All Beliefs are Welcome Here!
Walking dreamer, you give; but never do you share. You take, but never do you receive. Your song is a short battle cry that shall never be heard, your tong the sky’s clouds, and your voice the very earth that we trend. Should we anger you, your body quakes; yet you are nothing but weakness in it’s truest form. We take form you your very meaning and cast it to the sea, allow for those that lie and hate to give our lives substance. Your voice shall not be given to those that take it for what it is not meant to be; and yet you give willingly to the child you know not to be you’re death.
That very last of me is gone, I watched it die away, with little more than a fading cry. It slipped off and brunt to nothing; leaving me in darkness. So I sit here drinking the blood of that life. The deep red, almost black, liquid that I sup is what I think will make me whole. I long for it to bring that once long ago dream back to me. the life I had but didn't.
In her depts. she is dark, a sweet child of the gods, she has a secret shame. Her blade wishing to task the blood of her kin, her soul crying for the love of the mad ones. How daring is her rage, how tasteless the poison she slips into those she loves, and how cunning the very thoughts she steals from others. Why must they hate her? Why are the ones that love her lying to her face? Now she goes to the deep, trudging down as far as she can. The darkness is soothing; it's claws feel like arms…Continue
I've had nothing be thoughts of love and the best for all those in my. For every single man and woman. I never think of myself first, I give and never take unless I am not given the option to decline. For the love of LOKI! I love every single one of those that cross my path. I say nothing but good things, and give respect to those that I deem worthy of it. I'm not a bad woman, well not too bad. And I guess what I'm trying to say is I love you all. Happy day be to everyone, and I hope…Continue
I could see the field of battle again, her blood stained dirt and grass. I saw it with out sleeping, without drifting to the vale. I dreamt with my eyes open. The horn of war sounded, the drums pounded hard in my ears. I could smell the blood, and death on my kin. I saw the fires, felt the wind ripping across my body. It urged me on again; as it always does. My feet moved without my mind, and I saw my sword high in the air. Arrows flew past me, some hitting hard into my flesh. This I could…Continue