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 Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2015 9:50 pm
The Test of Courage Fear is potent, but few understand its potency. None are immune. We simply react, dealing with it in our own ways. Some cower, hiding from it until it devours them or leaves. Others forge it into a blade and use it to drive themselves forward. Still others use it to hone the lenses of the eyes, to see what they would otherwise miss. And still others pretend it isn't there... but it is.
One day, perhaps, I will have the courage to see beyond the illusions of my fear and overcome it's weaknesses. But for now, I will use it, for it is useful... and my long-suffering bonded shall have to endure it with me.
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2015 6:45 am
Not Going to Write You A Love Song
Laesara and MalikaiWhen I found his poem, I found it beautiful, if forward. Shyly, almost shyly, I left him one too. It was not one of love, but of hope. It was strange, I felt, to share it. Out of context, maybe. But, in the end, I wanted him to see the writings I showed to no one else...
The wings of the child ever reach,
for the skies it cannot achieve.
Still they try,
Still they glide,
And one day, they may touch, for a moment,
a cloud.
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2016 6:24 am
The Last Thread of the Past
Not of My Blood and Sanguine Blood and blood.
The madness bursts forth, spouting and strange.
It was once mine, now no longer,
Now it is gone forever.
My shield, my scales, once taken for granted...
No longer. Shed, in a whole sheet,
and I grow beyond them.
Blood and blood.
Family is so much more,
Only half blood. Or none.
Kin of my soul,
Shed away, gone forever,
Never taken for granted again.
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2016 7:04 am
Blood and Madness
Burning Blood,Of Nightmares, AwakenLong ago, when I was sick with fever, I must have somehow found my way to a pen and paper – that is the only explanation for these fragments I found:
“There is no doubt... his grip tightens. Blood to blood to blood. His grip tightens, it chokes me, teeth in the darkness wait to rip me apart. I cannot sleep. I must sleep. Swords are claws, claws of soul, they fight him. I fight with them. The embers of eyes all around me. In the darkness, I must sleep, I must fight, but then he comes. Blood to blood to...”
The rest is illegible. Desperate scribbles of a seared mind, seeking to understand what was happening to it. Of course, much of it makes sense now in the light of other events in my life. I know the claws and teeth that I spoke of, and now I own them. I know the embers. I know the darkness. I know who 'He' is.
But I don't know how much I truly knew...
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