Hope, and All-That-IsI've always wondered, just who I am,And my purpose here on Earth.Did I exist sometime before,Or was I born at birth?Will I achieve great things in life,Remembered through the years.Or will I fade, like Winter mist,Into a world of fears?Will I make a mark upon,The pages of history?What is worse, igominy,Or infamy?Should I do whatever it takes,To stand out from the crowd?Or should I leave this earthly stage,With a respectful bow?After I die, what's there to do,What's there left to be?Is there a Heaven, or a Hell?What happens to you or me?Do we rush to the kind embrace,Of a benevolent deity?Or is life cast aside, an empty husk,A life full of wasted piety?But no matter what, there still lies a hope,A hope that stands true and tall.The hope that there is something else,And we should heed its call.A hope that death is not the end,And is in fact a stone.Across the river of All-That-Is,And we won't travel alone.
Make Me BleedCut me, make me bleed,Slice me, its a need.Let me find what pain's about,Go ahead, gouge my eyes right out.Rip me, as I say,Gut me, it's more fun that way.Drag that blade across my skin,Lust for blood, the deadliest sin.Carve me, no restraint,Mark me, a sign of taint.Baptised in my blood and sweat,Pain chokes me like a net.Hurt me, make me scream,Re-enact your darkest dream.Tease your tongue across my flesh,Pain and ecstasy, tangled like mesh.Finish me, take my soul,Leave my heart as black as coal.And, like a sacrificial goat,Slice that blade across my throat.
Mending a Broken HeartA heart can be broken only so many times,Fractured and damaged with betrayal and lies.It only takes a moment, then finally snap,Inside their soul is left a bottomless gap.All that trust! And for naught, it seems,That poor lover is ripped apart by the seams.Their world falls down; and with it, their mind,Severed now are the bonds that did bind.They pick up the pieces, tears in their eyes,They never had a chance to say their goodbyes.Cold and alone, they retreat in their mind,An empty shell, with sorrow inside.But along comes a soul, innocent and pure,They take your hand and lift you up from the floor.With love, they rebuild your trust and your heart,And prevent it again, from falling apart.
TheClans OCName: Kaledor VaulkharClan: DarkAge: SixteenHeight: Six footWeight: Sixty kilogramsBuild: Slim, litheEye colour: Left eye is light green, right eye is crimson-redHair: Long, black,straightComplexion: Very pale, almost whiteStatus: Current Patriarch of the Dark Clan (unofficial) Drachau of Karond Kar (capital of Dark Clan)Other: His left arm is heavily scarred after an encounter with a wild wolf-steed when he was young. As a result he keeps his left arm hidden unless in the company of close friends, such as Hauclir who, incidentally, was the one who saved Kaledor from the wolf-steedKaledor's long sighted, and so has to wear spectacles when reading, something that he abhorsGeneral: The son of the previous Patriarch of the Dark Clan, Dolthaic, Kaledor is the ideal model of a member of the Dark Clan, in terms of both mind and body. Lithe and thin like the original founders of the Dark Clan generations