(~*~)
Hello,
This is one of my favourites! (^&^)
(~*~)
She will remain it's guide in the worlds between worlds, and realms of agony. Together they fly triumphantly free of any dependencies. Together they are immortal, as their ancestors were once believed to be. And as the bodies lay about the lands of greed, hatred breeds among the survivors.
Once alone, all things have needs and miss those that would be forgotten in a bottle. From times wing span flies the faithful, to conquer Chaos in a moment's breath. Realization can come quickly, like the blood of a slit throat - is it too late?
The majestic ones live in love, but are rare to discover before the truly evil. Sweetly paired with foresight lies the life of the past; and we may still sleep. Dragon scales keep thy slumber safe; but rarity is here, as extinction nears the back entrance. Shadows must protect us from the sad spawns of civility, and cloud out it's degradation of 'guilt tours'.
Journeys into unknown pleasures of self are known to be trap-laden, and must be approached with caution. Love in itself is life's ultimate adventure, to believe is like sighting faeries - is it a mirage of wishes in a pond? The fish are quite nice, if you know the right line. Like a colossal door to the cosmic theatre, the players are freshly picked for acrobats of theory & plasmic attraction.
The fingers point with sights of perception at those who will be fooled. For the fools will be drained of conscience, as windows cry of their plight. Plagues of the world will unite, and the blind will fall in pools of their own kind.
Leagues may come as justice rains, to release the wiggling masses! Peace will claim the land; but Chaos will forever lurk in corners, to misguide the willing. As time continues foreshadowing our world, progress may be eminent. Let us not falter in our ways; as truth will be forever lost in failures, without the sight of our path. [0616061145PMishC.E.S.]
(~*~)
Until next time...
Having fun with words!
Chris S./ C.E.S. (*@^@*)
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Hello,
This is one of my favourites! (^&^)
(~*~)
The Forsaken Toys Within (FTW)
As a young girl she felt like a toy; forever to be played by the ignorant, and loved by those she let embrace her. Traveling from tomb to tomb, until she finds one of hers; wrapped in death and deformation. She will not let it fall again, to the reaches of "normality". It will be faithful to the truths within the filth & deceptions of those who would sweetly suffocate with sly tongues and innocence in their appeal.She will remain it's guide in the worlds between worlds, and realms of agony. Together they fly triumphantly free of any dependencies. Together they are immortal, as their ancestors were once believed to be. And as the bodies lay about the lands of greed, hatred breeds among the survivors.
Once alone, all things have needs and miss those that would be forgotten in a bottle. From times wing span flies the faithful, to conquer Chaos in a moment's breath. Realization can come quickly, like the blood of a slit throat - is it too late?
The majestic ones live in love, but are rare to discover before the truly evil. Sweetly paired with foresight lies the life of the past; and we may still sleep. Dragon scales keep thy slumber safe; but rarity is here, as extinction nears the back entrance. Shadows must protect us from the sad spawns of civility, and cloud out it's degradation of 'guilt tours'.
Journeys into unknown pleasures of self are known to be trap-laden, and must be approached with caution. Love in itself is life's ultimate adventure, to believe is like sighting faeries - is it a mirage of wishes in a pond? The fish are quite nice, if you know the right line. Like a colossal door to the cosmic theatre, the players are freshly picked for acrobats of theory & plasmic attraction.
The fingers point with sights of perception at those who will be fooled. For the fools will be drained of conscience, as windows cry of their plight. Plagues of the world will unite, and the blind will fall in pools of their own kind.
Leagues may come as justice rains, to release the wiggling masses! Peace will claim the land; but Chaos will forever lurk in corners, to misguide the willing. As time continues foreshadowing our world, progress may be eminent. Let us not falter in our ways; as truth will be forever lost in failures, without the sight of our path. [0616061145PMishC.E.S.]
(~*~)
Until next time...
Having fun with words!
Chris S./ C.E.S. (*@^@*)
.
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