An Avenger's HeartThe sunlight rests upon her brow Like a crown of purest gold And nothing could that circlet befoul Save secrets and truth untold In her heart and in her hands Lies the promise of tomorrow Love as enduring as desert sands That grows in spite of sorrow I wait for her with bated breath Even through the lies I told My constant apathy the death Of the heart I long to hold In my heart and in my hands Lies the promise of blood Hate as persistent as desert sands Bitter vengeance for lost loveAn Avenger's Heart
Beowulf, Scene SixThe human's eyes turned, frantic To the relic upon the wall The ancient giant-forged slayer Never to rest in the hands of men In desperation he drew it Broke the chain on its hilt His blind, uncompromising rage Lent immortal strength to mortal hands A glimmer of light, a final epiphany One final burst as he strode away Down dark halls to Grendel's grave The wrath of giant-kin fell again And again, vengeance on one already dead A mortal man shall live forever In the song and tales of Herot Mother and child, born of dark To darkness shall returnBeowulf, Scene Six
Breaking the HabitDaniel Selthos, prince and heir to the throne of Tetra, had always been treated kindly, if sternly, by his parents, Marcus and Tessa. Apparently, he was the only one. As such, he was able to see the hypocrisy that pervaded their rule, their corruption, the fall of a nation that had once been nothing short of a hegemonic state. He leaned towards the Fountain of M'lish, scowling at its ironically pure waters.Breaking the Habit
The fountain had been ordered built by Tessa and Marcus Selthos as a sarcastic tribute to the magician that had led them to their current positions. To hear Tessa tell the story, Lez
UntitledHolding down, holding back Holding everything in your hands Let their machinations spin With your tendrils in their heads A sick and twisted melody You've never let me down You never said I told you so Yet here I stand alone Holding down, holding back Holding nothing in my hands Wheels turning for no reason Our twisted bitter melodyUntitled
A Decision of Epic Proportions
Remorse
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