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To be with you is like a quiet sunset No garish sounds or colors to distract Your words a gentle breeze to fill my senses Your arms are fading sunlight on my back Though others may not understand devotion To such a mild, peaceful type of love It is in fact the purest of emotion As gentle and as sacred as a dove The only sadness yet to mar affection Is waiting for the time we meet again For long the days and months of separation My heart remains amassing love to lend

I will walk my path with purpose, And fellow travelers greet With kindness and compassion No matter whom I meet.I will bring them to my fire, And bid them take a seat. For the road is long and winding And all must rest their feet.I will not judge or hate them, Whatever they have done. For judgement serves no purpose But for joy to overrun.I will have the sense to lead them, Or wave them on their way. As some may follow, some may leave, When comes the break of day.I will walk my path with purpose, From the time that I embark. For what is there but to share my love Before my light returns to dark?

[The great rains of fire and the Black Army's might Have shrouded our lands in a dark ashen night But though some may shake at the flames bursting forth No dragon outburns the heart of the north]Fierce are the Orcs, the scourge of the plains The charge of their steel leaves the fallow earth stained Legions shall tremble before their great hoards The red burning blood of the heart of the north[chorus]Wise are the Dwarves, the masters of schemes Clanging of hammers and clicks of machines Bones crushed and flesh rended by hammer and sword The rock, the foundation of the heart of the north[Chorus]Sly are the men, tacticians and hunters Sowing ...

The choppers are back.They left for a while. It's been a few days.I knew they'd come back though. They always do.I wonder where they went.Maybe to Jim Godwin's house.He keeps secrets.All I know is they're back now. Watching me again.I keep secrets.Jim and I go out at nights sometimes.We weave between the searchlights.We don't do anything.We just do it to feel alive again.It's been so long.We see others.But they gave up long ago.The choppers are back.We'll go out again tonight.Maybe this time we won't come back.

I asked the masters, How long we could stay asleep. "As long as we like."

I drag myself up the hill with my arms. My legs no longer move. Burning suburban homes slowly drift by, made hazy by smoke and pain. How long ago did this begin? A day? A week? I no longer know. All I know is that I never asked for this. This revolution. These burning streets. The distant sounds of gunfire. This bullet in my back.I am losing blood.I know this. I know my hours grow short. It hurts to move but I keep crawling. Clawing at life. Hoping to find some help, or at least some quiet place. Some place untouched by the flames where I can die in peace.The street is deserted. The government evacuation must have already finished in this ...

(Find the first part in the artist comments.)It had only been a week since DeVitt had returned from the operation in Argentina. The filth of the capital city already felt like it was seeping into her skin. The damp smell of decaying leaves mixed with the stink of the unwashed wafting over from a nearby park. A terrible chill had set in in the days since her arrival as well. She turned the collar of her tweed jacket against the elements and continued down the boulevard, otherwise unphased.Soon enough she came to an office building. A skyscraper with a facade done in the modern Art Deco style that had made it's way over from France. The woma...

The explosions couldn’t be more than a mile outside the city. A woman stared out a third-story apartment window at the distant flashes against the clouds. A Soft rain tapped the glass between tremors. A man entered the room, covered in mud and sweat. “Come on, Harry! They’ll be here within the hour at this rate. We have to move!” The woman adjusted the top of her moth-eaten, outdated uniform before turning away from the window. “Heretic left ten minutes ago, Santos. As I recall I gave you the same order.” The man straightened up as she spoke. “I’m sorry, Miss DeVitt. I just didn’t want to leave the front. Things are bad out there and-” The...

A cage is all it is really. But you can escape a cage. Bars can be broken, locks can be picked, guards can be bribed. There's really not much stopping you from leaving. Hell, the thing isn't even locked.So why do you stay here? Do the bars feel cool against your skin as you stare through the window? Is that brief gust of summer air sweet as it passes by? Is the view of the yard so picturesque as the sun sets?Why are you still here?Are you afraid of being caught? Of being put back in?By who?Who's there to look for you? Who knows you're in there?You know you can leave, so why don't you? What still holds you here? Who makes you spend all your...