Through the StormThe wind howls through the night,Lightning cracks and thunder rolls making little children hide in fright,Their mother comforts them,Whislt they clutch at her dres's hem,Their father says it will be alright, the night will soon be fair,And the children relax because they know their parents are always there.I sit alone outside and watch the rain fall,Listening to the wind's eerie call,No mother for comfort, no father for safety,No i sit alone because that is how it's suppose to be.But wait what's this i see,A guy coming towards me.Am I dreaming? Is he real?What is this feeling that I feel?He stops infront, oh so nea
AssassinGuns,Knives,Swords,Poisons,Explosives,Hands.Oh the many things i can use to take the life of another,Whether it be child, father or mother.Why is it we find pleasure and joy to kill?Is it for fun, lust, anger or thrill?I ask myself thiese questions each day,But can find no answer to say.I too kill,but not for fun, lust, anger or thrill.I kill because it is my job,And to take a life is like to rob,Having no intention to give it back,For remorse is something i lack.Oh the many troubles for one such as i,The life and purpose of an assassin....to make others die.....
LoversWe hug,We kiss,We laugh,We cry,We fight,We make peace,We are but two souls in love,judge us if you will,you are just angered that we made it this far...And will always be together, no matter what you say or do,we are one,we are combined,You cannot break us, no matter what you do,But i shall say this you'll regret the day you crossed swords with us,when we come and punish you.
The ConfessorShe is beautifulHe is handsomeShe is strongHe thinks he is strongerShe is a mistressHe is her slaveShe controls himHe follows her ordersShe desn't love himHe loves her always....Funny how one touch from a woman such as her could bring him down. He thought he would be in control of her, but after her touch, she was in control of him...My how the power of a Confessor can work
The DarknessI have a vampire in me…..with eyes of pitch……For gazing out of the shadows…..long white fangs…..For gathering my source of life……I enjoy keeping this vampire in me…..Because it gives me edge…..well that's what the darkness told me.I have a werewolf in me…..claws sharp to a point…..Skulking through full moon nights……. Taking those left alone….Filling them with terror…and fright….snatch, rip, tear at them…..All…through…the night.I have a dragon in me….bold and strong…..Hoarding my treasures….and using both fang and claw…..To get what I need and desire….and take it…and keep it…..in my lair…..Large leathery wings….for soarin
ConsequencesDoes thou still love me?Does thou still care?Will thou ever admit he was there?For if thou never admits to this,Then thou shall never recieve true love's kiss,And if thou get no kiss his heart will crumble,Thou world shall tumble.As for thy......'Tis thy whom shall give the kiss,But only if thou shall admit to this,And if thou shall not,'Tis thy whom shall watch the lot,The lot thy shall watch fall,And 'tis thy whom shall pass through many a crumbling hall.If thou does not admit, his agonising moan will be his ending call,Thy shall watch and shed but a single tear through it all.So thy shall repeat...Does tho