WarriorWhen the nights was a sea of darkness,Warrior by ~Leafy98
Stolen from Hell's own depths
When the meadows, in their starkness,
Welcomed a warrior's quite steps.
He came then, with his armour white,
His horse as black as his enemy's heart,
He came then, heard only by the night,
To tear his foe apart.
With his blade held high, up to the stars,
His legion lying defeated far ahead,
With the moonlight on his face to light his scars,
He marched into the Fields of the Dead.
He galloped within, into the looming grass,
His ghostly silhouette shimmering within its shade
He cantered forward, like a phantom of dread, but alas!
The mighty King had been betrayed.
There, awaiting him, was his enemy's friend
An ally, a partner a constant consort.
Who else brought the warrior's life to a tragic end?
None but the heir to the throne, King's son himself.
And till this day, on the dawn of a black night
On the fields where the warrior did bleed,
Comes a King, armour glowing white,
A ghost of the shadows, a phantom indeed.
DeathbedWhen I lie on my deathbed,Deathbed by ~Leafy98
I have no where else to go.
I have nothing I can do,
But stay in wait for you.
I have no one else to help me,
for God, you must be near
You must help me find my way
And help me loose my fear.
For God, I don't know where to be
Since I've lost all I've known
My pain and memory have failed me
And I lie in the soil where I was gladly sown.
And above me, on the crisp grass
Sits a freshly carved gravestone.
No name,no date no flowers
Just "R.I.P" alone.
So if you'd ask me for my last wish,
You would face my sorrow then.
For there is one thing I would like to ask,
"I don't want to live again."
FreddyWithin the gusts and gale on a mid-winter eveFreddy by ~Leafy98
Sits a boy who's thoughts are as clear as those in a new pensieve.
And he wears, with an 'F' stitched on it, a tattered sweater,
As he writes his lost twin a letter;
"The mirror talks to me, Freddy.
It keeps me going sane and steady.
And although I know I don't see what I do,
I'm too weak to tell myself it's not you,
It IS you"
HeartlessLove is cruelHeartless by ~Avix215
Love is ironic
Love is a tool
Love is idiotic
It defies explanation
Twisting, spiraling, leaping
How does it conquer?
How does it rule?
It crushes, it breaks
Yet still is a jewel
If you love something
You should let it go
Yet I just can’t leave
That warm, buttery glow
It strikes without warning
At first is a blessing
Then leaves us broken
Gasping and guessing
The glass is half empty
Even when half full
But I want to smash the glass
With the rage of a bull
No matter if concealed
In dress, cloak, or suit
Love will be always
The heart’s delicious fruit
It ensnares and entangles
Dripping intoxicating juice
And all the while
It tightens the noose
Whispers in your ear
Then swiftly melts away
Comes back a second later
To lead you astray
Locks you up
Then gives you the key
But you refuse to come out
Suffused with your glee
Ah, love is mystical
So what do I know?
But hear this, child
It turns friend into foe
What I want to address
Is behind that sweet