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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Knightfall" data-source="post: 1050386" data-attributes="member: 2012">A couple of poems of mine, as inspiration for ya, Smoke!LOVE OR KINDarkness surrounds her, the chill of the cascade binds her to her knees. A soft glow rises from the water around her as she waits under moon. He’ll be there soon.Just as she closes her eyes, his huge, scarred hands clasp her shoulders. Instantly, she is warm against the course hair that covers his body. Her gentle love.They are of different blood, divided by centuries of war and strife. Mortal enemies for as long as both races have existed in this world. Tonight’s their last.He must fight for his lord on the morn, against the kin of his beloved. Not even her love can save him from this day of bitter glory. A death of honor awaits him.He wishes to tell her his heart, but the words fail his simple mind. She is from a different world, how could he ever make her understand. Why, he must die.She pulls him closer waiting for him to embrace her like every night before. Instead he pulls away, leaving her to wonder why he has forsaken her. He hears her cry. She cries out and cries out for him, hoping he’ll return to her loving arms. Yet he leaves her to her future, for they could never have been together. Elf and Orc.NIGHT OF MY MINDThe darkness around me while I sleep. Does not compare with the shadows of my mind. Follow me now into those shadows. My soul runs through a darkened landscape. Yet no real life lives here. Headstones, shallow graves and desolation, Consumes the soil. Horror and evil wanders the shadows. Dying over and over again each night. Resurrected by pain. It runs to free itself. Through countless fields of torment, And endless hills of haunted dreams. I pray it can outrun the darkness. It cannot. How do you outrun your own darkness? My soul feels the darkness take control. It collapses to the barren ground. The chase is over. The transformation has begun. Its breathing grows heavy, An eerie glow consumes the eyes, A low growl passes through its lips. The ground shifts and cracks, My soul transforms, The bones crack and flesh tears. Wicked claws, course hair, Jagged teeth, form of the beast. The soul body reforms, Into what even the shadows fear. The creature. It is the master of the darkness of my mind. It howls its defiance to the shadows. Smoke billows as it breathes. Fire burns in its core. It calls forth its prey. Millions of the dead, Crawl from the gravescape. It howls again. The dead memories of the past, Shiver in fear. It is their own fault that it hunts them. They created it. They gave it form and purpose. Every time a harsh word was whispered. Every time wicked laughter stole joy. Every time a cold shoulder killed love. Dark power. It begins it hunt. Mercilessly tearing through the memories. Good or bad, it doesn’t matter anymore. The night screams. Now it is their turn to run. None will escape this night, They never do. And beyond the shadow lands of my mind. My sleeping form shivers and moans, In the darkness that surrounds my unrest. The nightmares will be vivid this night. My heart races with each death of memory. The beast inside roars and the body thrashes. And again and again, All night, every night, For as long as I can remember, The beast has stalked the darkness, Killing my past, In the night of my mind.</blockquote>

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