ohhahawhen one person stole megaman's, deniszisen's, pmb's and other great artists stuff nobody caredMore Like This
they stole fempyros's stuff and everyone went like super rage mode
another reason to dislike fempyros in my list
#just an observation #free america 2017
MoonlarkShadows eat away my soulMore Like This
Slowly ripping at my skin
they bite and knash and flay
my pores bleed and soul decays
the hobbes tear and claw my eyes
rending them useless and bliind
the light, I can no longer find
the shadow surround me in their dark embrace
I scream and nopony hears me
i'm in a crowd of many souls drowning in my own pain
they do not see what seethes beneath the flesh...
they wear masks of concern but in reality
they don't actually care
it just 'proper' to pretend
there are not many in this crowd...
not many who actually truely care
i could count them easily
pick them out
but even then
those numbers are dimming
my eyes are becoming blind
to those flickerng flames of hope
the wraiths put hooks in my eyes to pull them out
my eyes turn black
nopony can see it,
but I'm dying
even those who truely care
they constantly say they wish they could help me
but i'm just a broken record
i repeat what they can do to help me
i try not to show th
RevelationPalle moons lightMore Like This
casts shadows in the dark
the wanderer knows not where you are
the silence in the night
the bone chill fright
naught remember no more
the terrors of the dark
death follows the wary hero
blood drenched and battle-torn
death is her only friend,
that and blood foresworn
dagger in hoof, eyes blaze in wrath,
the hero gone vile
she's seen her last days
she gives into the shades that haunt her dreams past
cackling in lunacy, under the night maidens watch.
she runs to a field,runs to her home, her eyes a bright green, soul sick flames bleeding from pores
she breaks down her door, she bolts up the stairs, to hear the faint cry, the faint coo as her young foal sighs. she plods to the manger, she draws blade with ringing echos.. whispers in her ear, faint shades stalk her fears... she raises her blade up high, her child gazes to her eyes.... innocence pure and innocence true... she cannot do this.. no it can't be... only a dream.. she beseeches her soul but it does not respond,
to marry the moondarkness blinds, the shadows cold,More Like This
in the darkest void
where ones soul is sold.
death creeps up bones brittle with pain
skin crinkled with sorrow, and scars of hate.
but never give up, dont give into the pain
hope is still there, its light shines bright,
the warmth it gives will bring joy
its blaze when seen, will give you sight...
just open your eyes,
give forth the pain,
let the flames burn off all the lies
let the scars heal, in loves passion filled heat
lay your head down
let your heart beat
give life to your soul lest it die,
please my moon maiden,
return to the sky
let me be your light, the one to give you life,
let me be the spark, to put you back in motion.
let me be the sheath that holds your lovely knife
let me be the one to help you with your goals...
please my lovely maiden
let me share my soul...
we are many we are one,
i wish for us to bind...
by blood by soul by moon by sun...
Pallen... will you be mine?
to have with me for eternity?
to hold and to care?
till the sisters
Arluan AngelThe huntress stalks its forboden prey,More Like This
As the rose gold eve fades to grey
The hunt is unending, never done
For The demons she stalks are forever one
pain is her shield and anger her riotous spear,
Those with unrepentance within their souls shall flee in fear
she stalks the forest its trees centuries old
their autumn leaves glitter blood and earth and gold
but that i naught to say her heart is solid through,
but that he has the honor of a priestess of ol soggies troupe
she guards the children of starry nights steadfast and without hold
she accepts any and all in need within the sanctum of her wings hold
she has anger like a streak of lightning its glow makes ones blood rush
her beauty would make meez shub shubs cheeks turn bright red and flush.
a might to behold, her honor and stance
and her care and love for those under her hold
proud to be friend, proud to be known by this warrior priestess to a land unknown
in askance i'd wish that you take an offer within..
would you please become m
a lullaby of lamentHush now quiet now, lay your lonely head,More Like This
Hush now, quiet now, let me be your bed..
Don't worry bout your sorrow,
Don't worry bout your pain,
Let me take it from you so you may feel some love again.
Please give yourself some joy,
Don't hurt yourself no more,
Just rest your weary soul,
Rest and make it whole...
yalma'a Dera'gears do grind in the perfect machineMore Like This
whirring and moving and clanging with speed
but many think that the most beautiful things
must be shiny and perfect and no problems to heed
this is not true, those machines will fail and ill tell you why..
those 'perfect' things they will die
to live in this world is to slowly rust
to the inevitable change to dust
and to demand that perfect must be shiny and new,
is to deny the rusted, tried the true
you may not be the most shiniest thing
you may not be brand new
your gears need oil and your tank needs gas
and perhaps your missing a screw..
HOWEVER that to me, is a beauty more profound
then all those stupid shitty sparkly metal machines, that are factory cut and fail first time in use
your rust, your creaking springs.. it show you can take abuse..
it shows adaption.. it shows grit.. it shows you do not fall
to me a proud saddle arabian.. i give to you my call..
i accept you as brother, of iron and steel and blood
not oil nor flame nor acid sh