Sunday, March 30, 2014
Monday, March 24, 2014
Possible Fantasy book idea
“Death is in the air Stanson, if all goes well we will have every single heretic burned at the stake for the lord of no lords.”
“Rarasie we wiped them out months ago, and you know this, please call off this attack, we are here because some whore in Delaruse, whispered in your ear that they are starting a heretic revolt, there is nothing here but farmers, and half starved peasants.”
Rarasie drived his armored elbow into Stanson’s chest knocking him off his horse, his eyes red with fury exclaims to Stanson
Stanson looks up at Rarasie and says,
“Apologies m’lord Rarasie, I shouldn’t have said anything to you, may the lord of no lords keep my foolish thoughts silent.”
Without acknowledging Stanson, Rarasie gave the order to attack, the eager troops began to march towards the village of Rayse, the next few hours though only made Stansons thoughts solidify into blood stained horror. He needed to leave this crusade for if he stays his life will not continue for much longer.
“Rarasie we wiped them out months ago, and you know this, please call off this attack, we are here because some whore in Delaruse, whispered in your ear that they are starting a heretic revolt, there is nothing here but farmers, and half starved peasants.”
Rarasie drived his armored elbow into Stanson’s chest knocking him off his horse, his eyes red with fury exclaims to Stanson
“ If you speak out against what I choose to do in order to preserve what the lord of no lords wants I will mark you for heresy, and take away all of your lands.”
Stanson looks up at Rarasie and says,
“Apologies m’lord Rarasie, I shouldn’t have said anything to you, may the lord of no lords keep my foolish thoughts silent.”
Without acknowledging Stanson, Rarasie gave the order to attack, the eager troops began to march towards the village of Rayse, the next few hours though only made Stansons thoughts solidify into blood stained horror. He needed to leave this crusade for if he stays his life will not continue for much longer.
Sunday, March 16, 2014
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Tuesday, March 4, 2014
Sunday, March 2, 2014
Melancholy
The ignorance of my past youthful innocence bleeds into my future mistakes,
As I walk through the death of my dreams I see what I truly loved was fake.
A man alone dying within his own heart breathes in the destruction of his truths,
He watches the world grow darker as he feels the abandonment of his youth.
God leaves everyone to fend for themselves, or he was never there is it hard to tell,
I am left with the inequities of a pessimistic mind, and a man's body that begins to rebel.
If I could fight I would, if I could run I should because the horrors silence has begun,
As silence comes darkness reigns, and begins to black out a once bright sun.
Where to begin, and where to end for I am left ultimately alone,
Through the ages my love has lost, and my hate has grown.
Disgraceful intentions of my being leads to lustful roots digging deep,
I act as if I am happily awake, but I just stay in a melancholy sleep.
The man on the black horse comes galloping quicker, and quicker towards me,
If he reaches me then he will take me from this horrifying reality.
Maybe I should stay, and let him lift me up towards the freedom of death,
I cannot go not now, and I will fight every moment for that last final breath.
If I could go back in time, and announce to the world of my existence,
Would there still be truth of my world? Would this reality offer its same resistance?
As I walk through the death of my dreams I see what I truly loved was fake.
A man alone dying within his own heart breathes in the destruction of his truths,
He watches the world grow darker as he feels the abandonment of his youth.
God leaves everyone to fend for themselves, or he was never there is it hard to tell,
I am left with the inequities of a pessimistic mind, and a man's body that begins to rebel.
If I could fight I would, if I could run I should because the horrors silence has begun,
As silence comes darkness reigns, and begins to black out a once bright sun.
Where to begin, and where to end for I am left ultimately alone,
Through the ages my love has lost, and my hate has grown.
Disgraceful intentions of my being leads to lustful roots digging deep,
I act as if I am happily awake, but I just stay in a melancholy sleep.
The man on the black horse comes galloping quicker, and quicker towards me,
If he reaches me then he will take me from this horrifying reality.
Maybe I should stay, and let him lift me up towards the freedom of death,
I cannot go not now, and I will fight every moment for that last final breath.
If I could go back in time, and announce to the world of my existence,
Would there still be truth of my world? Would this reality offer its same resistance?
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