The World That Never WasEchoes. Horrors. Sad shadows. What this Realm is just that, a shadow something that shouldn't have been. How is it possible that we have fallen so far from what we had? It wasn't perfect as nothing done by people is as it's always flawed or tainted from the original, but we had it established somewhat as good as we could. Lacking the true beauty and grace we found naturally as We Were, We have only done a sad mockery of the world that should Be. Sad shadows.The World That Never Was
It never Was because We fought one another. We work as One, for one goal to bring our
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The war had been raging for an eternity, and would most likely continue as such. The war had turned to favor for both sides, sometimes within a battle. Neither side gained true dominance over the other yet, at least, not totally. But there were times when he felt he had won, had found what he was warring to win, and yet that feeling lasted for only a short time. There were also times that he tired of this one battle he was fighting, and many times considered ending it and moving on to the next battle, but he truly couldn't see the point of doing it. But
PoetsPoetry is not beautiful except by accident. You put everything into it you can, and then you let it go, trusting in your unconscious parts, the places where your eyes don't go, to have prepared it sufficiently for public scrutiny.Poets
Does the poem's beauty stem from the poet, then? Not in the least. People want us to be saints, but in all honesty, nobody who transcribes the gods’ music can be a good person, not if they want to traverse the whole scale. You can be kind, but you can not be good, and even so, your kindness is not a thing in and of itself; it lives and reacts like an animal. Cheri has been kind, and she has told tr
To My OneFinally, I allow the light in, Let you take the full view of my naked body in, Trembling inside, scared at your possible reaction, Then, as if you read my mind, you marveled at my perfection.To My One
Kissing and caressing the parts of me I abhor, Yet you, my dearest love, seem to adore All that I am, leaving nothing further to question, Again, you give me another revelation.
To my One, I am the picture of all beauty, To my One, I am his vision, his true fantasy, To my One, I am a gift from the Gods, his Goddess, To my One, I am everything certainly more, yet nothing less.
