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This isn't the worldThe beauty escapes, leaving standing black debrisMore Like This
Leaving a shapeless mass of mutilated memories
Pushing dreams into the ground, bleeding from numerous wounds
It is not a world I want to remember
Crying children on the streets, among garbages
Violence and screams, all so beautiful
My eyes see views and places that once
though not perfect, were alive, were almost normal
This is not the world I want to remember
Somewhere where they do not look back, they are monsters
Who wish to come into the world among the pain and silence
These voices, however, do not let them leave the abyss
But their eyes can see the empty buildings
This is no
FireSomewhere, in the world destroyed many eons agoMore Like This
A legend of a beautiful woman exists
Which had hair as red as the carrot
And the eyes as yellow as the bright sunlight
She didn't have power in hands
But she has always been able to create adventure from danger
In her agile stilts she plaited songs and dreams
And with her sword she cut throats of her enemies
She first sailed into the distance
She first saw the beauty and the atrocity of the unknown
She was first pirate woman on these waters
And her legend is radiating it's own brilliance as diamond
For her strong gales and storms were not terrible
She led her longboats to the victor
SilenceI am the wind raging on the sun-scorched desertMore Like This
which sweeps the sand and suffocated those who can not find the way
I'm a sand storm, which destroys the lives
Then silence, total stagnation
I'm the blood that flows from your open body
Rub your dead skin with red spots
I feel your cold and your slipping being
Then silence, total stagnation
I am a wolf howling in the wilderness
who recently lost his entire herd
Until the day will pass finds him shot by fools
Then silence, total stagnation
InnocenceKeeral, following the text in the large book, stretched the hand and took the small glass of water from the table. He was already tired but too excited to stop reading. The history of Karmala was thrilling fairytale, morbid in some places, but also it was touching the depths of his elven heart.More Like This
He was reading the old scripts written by elves in the early times, called the Era of Youth. They were so innocent! Now it would be punished, to laugh like them in public; they were slaves without rights and that he, Keeral, had a place in the castle, was true mastership of his mentor.
As if called, Raithea appeared in the library. He held two huge t
The ProphecyDark-haired man stood before the fountain and hissed from overhelming cold; it would be strange that water didn't freeze if man didn't know that it's magical water, made by Uhur-Khan in the beginnings of their world. In this fountain the man could see everything that was happening in Karmala and beyond.More Like This
"Speak, old woman." his voice was threatening but the man remained calm and in his demeanor was something reminding calm before the storm.
"The elves will raise their heads again...this time forever." the old, dusted voice of a woman who has seen too many winters. Her face was wreckled and scarred but her eyes lit lively in the old face.
Th
Groza SalazaraSalazar Slytherin był zły. Salazar Slytherin był nieszczęśliwy. Salazar Slytherin chciał zniszczyć cały Hogwart razem ze wszystkimi uczniami oraz uczennicami z taką mocą, by nigdy już nie pojawił się na powierzchni ziemi. Jego myśli podążały jednym torem, od czasu kłótni z pewną mugolką. I jej cudowną...córcią. Stanowczo nie i jeszcze raz nie! Uwłaczające czarodziejom mutanty proszone są o przestanie uwłaczania i poczęcie "zapełnianie nisz społecznych im przezaczonych".More Like This
Rozległo si
Ketilridr i pseudorycerzeJako że upał był jak na tę porę niemiłosierny, przewiesiłam kubrak przez ramię i przystanęłam na chwilę jeno, by pot otrzeć z czoła. Jak na ironię rzepa męczącego okoliczna wioskę gdzieś wywiało, więc zdziwiłoby mnie, gdybym poszła dziś spać bogatsza choć odrobinę.More Like This
Góry Święte, jak ich nazwa wskazywała, święte były, tak więc nikt się w nie bez ważkiego powodu nie zapuszczał. Mogłabym więc skłamać wieśniakom, że rzep nieżywy l
Sith- Raiha!More Like This
Obecnie kobieta o czerwonych oczach i czarnych włosach, ubrana w czarny strój. Wtedy dziewczynka, ubrana na biało. Spod włosów wylewają się ciemne smugi na skórze, dające przypadkowemu obserwatorowi do zrozumienia, że kobieta-dziewczynka nie jest do końca człowiekiem.
- Raiha!
Często słyszałam ten głos. Zazwyczaj władczy, często głośny, ale zawsze z pewną nutą zaciekawienia, jakby próbował wejść do mojego umysłu i pogrzebać w nim trochę. Jakby WIEDZIAŁ. Ale nie mógł wiedzie
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