Pitch black is the blade, in the whispering night
and yet though moonlight shines upon it
no shadow does it cast
Such it is with much that is truly evil,
to those who only look where it is not
It strikes at the mind and the heart
yet no mark does it leave, except within them
little evidence is there of its passage through the world
but those invisible festering wounds
from whence its malice is unfurled and lays waste
Too well you know of this, of the monstrosity of man
I shall not here expound upon the symptoms
My eyes instead trail to the blade
and the one who holds it.
A walk through the rain by UniversalKinase, literature
Literature
A walk through the rain
The stream flows swiftly as the rain falls down.
The rocks beneath its shallow surface fade quickly into gloom.
The lichens have unfurled and are rejoicing in the dim mist.
Along the banks, grasses quiver in the gentle breeze.
Purple Archangels bloom by the score, but I find myself wishing to peek beneath their velvety leaves to learn what secrets they are hiding.
The birds are muted in this weather, but their soft chirps are still comforting.
Cars, the bane of reason, blight of this age, roll past on my left in a cascade of hissing roars.
Yet, in the blessed moments where they grow distant, I am almost at peace.
The gentle rush of water, that is what I seek.
Yet now my path has strayed from the stream's edge.
Do I force my way through the high grass to sit a while on its wet banks, or do I consent to be separated from that which I love?
The wind takes on a chill, and I pause, considering.
A flit of movement at the horizon draws my eye.
A flag flies on a distant hill.
I do not
A Voyage Through Nihilism by UniversalKinase, literature
Literature
A Voyage Through Nihilism
Nihilism: the rejection of everything.
Contrary to many critics, I hold that nihilism is not stupid. It's not stupid intellectually. It's not stupid emotionally. However, it is purely destructive.
Nihilism can be a rational and self-protecting response to circumstances of sufficient disillusionment. In moderation, as a cleansing fire that burns away nonsense, it isn't necessarily bad. Yet, those flames burn you too, and they hurt, they really do hurt, even when you're numb from them. Sometimes though, the pain of that fire is less than the pain of something else. I said it was purely destructive, and it is, but there are some things that need to be destroyed. Say not that this set of ideas, that grows out of something vital in the human soul, has no purpose. Yet, those flames will burn you hollow. If left to consume as they wish, they will take from you all that you ever wanted, all that you ever loved, everything you have to fight for, and every reason you have to live.
I know of
A man in a cloak trudged along the crest of the barren hill. His cloak was tattered and patched, but his gait was steady. As he looked out over the lands about, his eye drifted down to a flower by his feet. The remains of a flower, were perhaps a better description, he thought, as he stooped to examine it. Desiccated and lifeless its petals now clung, withered along a stalk that still stood in defiance of the injustice of the world. The man snapped the flower's stem, and brought its remains up as he stood examining them. No fruit was born of this flower, no seeds, and it died here alone in this waste, he thought.
Frowning, he paused to consider the hazy lands to the west, and felt a slight breeze blowing that way. He made up his mind. He crushed the flower to dust in his hand, and let it blow away in the wind. "Rest my friend" he whispered to the departing particles. "Defiance is the burden of those of us still living. You have earned the peace of oblivion." He waited a few seconds
The moonlight illuminated the soft curves of Serinaes face as she floated above the sea of clouds. Her silk robes wafted around her in the gentle breeze as she slowly rose and fell to the beating of giant reptilian wings. She smiled kindly at Gydal, the emerald colored dragon who she rode on, and then glanced to her right and left at the other four dragon riders who were tearing through the night sky.Another night, another castle she murmured to herself with a sigh.[Dont worry] answered Gydal in her mind [the conquest of Abledon is almost complete.]And then what? asked Serinae Its only a matter of time before the king invades Rostl...
Revoked Ascendency 1 by UniversalKinase, literature
Literature
Revoked Ascendency 1
Lord Faram chuckled in his deep throaty voice as he sat back in his throne. The late afternoon sun cast slanted shadows into his castles keep. Polished oak tables and dark stone walls secured the rooms edges, leaving the middle open for the long blood red carpet that led from throne to door. This was his abode, granted to him by the ruling Gandavi in the area, and today he would strengthen his hold on the surrounding jungle even more.Lord Faram! called a breathless page, bursting through the doors at the end of the hall. The rebel leader who agreed to negotiate with you is here. She is alone and unarmed, so we will be escorting her to ...
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