The StrongSadness comes, taps and knocksThe Strong6 months ago in Personal More Like This
It seeps through walls and even locks
When demons with red hair
Bend down in dark despair
Her puppeteer raises high in the air
And tells her no one will ever care.
When bright amber eyes burn
Making all evil in his path turn
The owl-man will stretch his wings
Even though the dark pain stings
His lost love causes twistings
But the sun will come, and brightly it sings.
Her ginger hair will burn like fire
And fall in love with a princely liar
The Queen of justice will raise her head
And clean all wounds that ever bled
She wipes away all tears he shed
And kept peace in her godly homestead
When brothers cry for each other
Three orphans without father or mother
The eldest screams with guilt and regret
And the wisest son becomes a silhouette
The third will pay with blood and sweat
AUGH sorry for feels. I did a poem of this a while ago. It features some characters of my friends'. Top features Lily (c) :icondapperdeku: then Soren (c) :iconIronicallyRan
For those of you who were curious~Thanks to Crash, I ended up typing this out. This is basically as much Benedict facts and background as I can possibly remember right now, for those of you who were curious. Please inform me if you find anything confusing or that I might have forgotten. Oh! And questions are very very welcome!For those of you who were curious~3 months ago in Personal More Like This
Benedict is literally a manifestation of the shadows. He was around ever since light was and is technically as old as the earth, despite his childish, whimsical aditutude. His soul purpose is to break curses and soul ties. In my world, any ghost or spirit that you might encounter is in existence because in their natural life they had been cursed by, made a deal with, or developed any sort of soul tie with a demon or spiritual being in which they never saw through or fofilled their commitment. Bene goes to the demon or creature of the night and convinces them to sign a contract releasing the spirit to their rightful afterlife, redirecting the curse to his own mind for a period of time. However
CuriosityA wispy, curling, fog blanketed the surrounding area, the chilling humidity it carried coating my skin with a stinging numbness that was in no way hindered by the thinly knit fabric of my clothing. There were three defining aspects in this moment in time that could be considered quite unnerving as I continued to trudge onward.Curiosity1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The low hanging branches of the surrounding trees were obscured by the mist, giving ones mind an excuse to twist the motionless bows into long, haggard, hands, their spider-like fingers alive and greedily clawing at the icy air, desperately seeking the touch of warm flesh.
On top of the eire scene, there was no sound. Not a whisper of wind, not a single utterance from any sign of life. Only the deafening snap of heel against twig as my own attempt at quieting my steady breaths seemed to match that of a steam engine in the deathly silence.
However the most concerning, perhaps even reaching the caliber of terrifying, particularity of this scene, was the very fac