Oh Nothing! Just the clash of bones and steel!!!
I don't think souls are real Lest if I did , I think Whatever our souls are made of Yours and mine would be the same OR As different as a moonbeam from lightning Or frost from fire
By LordConejoh 2 years ago in Poets
In the shadowed heart of ancient lands, Where banners fluttered like desperate prayers, A battle raged—a symphony of steel,
Today I blinked, and in that frame, A moment's pause, yet much to claim. With eyes closed brief, then open wide, A simple act,
Swung the wooden wand Enchanted with what's next Buoyed by the effulgent trail Abracadabra! Diamonds rain! Soon the magic will happen
The Guilt Oh no! there it is again Echoes once more Why did I do it? Haunts like a vengeful witch Oh! Their innocent hearts
