Arm of Aries

Once upon a time a director once told me a story but I never believed himhe said The sky ran red tainted by the blood of their enemiesThe ground was covered in endless corpses Sides were pitched against one another,…
Once upon a time a director once told me a story but I never believed himhe said The sky ran red tainted by the blood of their enemiesThe ground was covered in endless corpses Sides were pitched against one another,…
we pride ourselves in our souls honorWe seek valor in our war of soulsDeath and bloodshed is nothing new to meFor on this war front I’ve claimed my title, General.For on this day I seek a joy only felt in…
I live a life of lieWhat’s my nameI walk the path of menWhat have I becomeA demon or a saviourWhat choice do I haveA pat on the backWho would want thatTo remember or To neglectBoth are peas of the same…
One of me is trappedThe other is freeIn each of their ways they are still searchingBut sadly not for meSo they remain lost I am the bridgeI am the linkI am the path that leads to tomorrowThe forgotten pieceThe selfless…
It saddens my heart to say this but my soul is not yours for the taking, not after it unwillingly given, you can carve me open but my future is mine to decide, I may fall one day but I…
Time is a fickle thing, through centuries we have conquered space and our surroundings but still, we always fall into ruin. The greater the empire, the greater its fall they say. Though if we were to conquer time that could…
In the forgotten landsI wander without aimForgotten with no purposeCorroded by my idealsI seek repriseIn the world of menFrom my dome of the forgottenChaos exists but balance exist tooAnd as a creature of chaosNone understand balanceBetter than I.I seek excitement…
Let me tell you of kings The wise young maiden said as she sat amongst the children Who had died too soon and were brought to the land of the fallen A long time ago when beings were few and…
Three casted children From amongst the lost ones Two inheritors of the blacksmith’s curse A turned god from the dilapidated realm Calling themselves the first of men And a pure soul link To the roaming child Dona Maria Witness, oh,…
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