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Matthew had read the note a million times. He could recite the poem from memory but couldn't understand what it meant. What did his brother mean he didn't understand? How did he know his parents would blame him? So many questions left unanswered. Matthew had wanted to believe what his brother said, about it not being goodbye forever, but he couldn't let himself cling to false hope. Adam's funeral had shown him reality enough. He was just thankful that his brother didn't hate him in the end, like he hated himself.
"Lies, lies, lies," The demon screamed. He was growing impatient, he needed blood. This time the young girl was alive and healthy, even in the face of a demon. Her face was confident and stubborn. The girl was the exact image of Hope except she wore a silver gown that shimmered with each movement, a shining halo rested above her caramel-colored hair and long silver wings protruded from her back. She was an angel, filled with light and hope. She stared the demon down.
EscapeEvery day, I die a little more inside;Escape4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My soul, yearning to escape, my emotions, I try to hide.
I only want to shield you; hide you from the pain I feel;
But in reality, it's no use; it's not the best way to deal.
It's not that I don't want you to know, or that I question your trust.
It's just that all my sorrows are becoming way too much.
I don't usually speak my mind or even think things through.
But at the end of every day, I'm thinking about you.
I'm sorry for all the times that I have lied straight to your face,
The truth is, no, I'm not okay, my memories, I'd like to erase.
Maybe one day, I'll be at peace, and share the reason for my sadness.
But until then, I'll let my mind escape into the blackness.
Act I. : Sorrow of a promiseChapter 1: Broken promiseAct I. : Sorrow of a promise2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Crows were circleing around a mass battle field feasting from the remains and left over of a huge fight. Along with the birds were bodies laying liflessly in the dirt, some of them frozen in their blood. Thousands were called to fight here today and only a hundreds left. The imperial army was beaten by bunch of unhonorable barbarians of this land who were forced to fight by the land lords of this world. The mighty banners of the Golden Dragon are now stained with mud and blood; their carriers were beheaded while trying to flee. The vanguards were almost torn apart because they were the one who first experienced the steel of these people. The cavarly was also beaten; horses and both their riders were lying dead on the ground. They clearly fallen for an ambush, first they were lured in here and from both sides the enemy appeared and ripped them apart from both sides.
Even among all these death soldiers of a mighty empire one still breathed on the ground. He was