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Eric Bergeron Feb 2021
After the dawning of the rain and the darkening of the earth, in the time of the great plague of floods.
When Thunder and Lightning ruled the earth,
That was only the beginning…

Another villain came into play… The Queen of Frost.

She marched in, her long sapphire cloak trailing behind her, calling out in a shrill voice and a wicked grin
“You have done well, boys… Now step aside, it is my turn to play!!”
She tossed them aside, a great sense of cold washing through their core...

Thunder and Lightning scowled and glared, but moved along, knowing the power of the Frost Queen is one they just could not match.

Laughing maniacally, she uttered her spells, casting a chill upon the earth
Turning the earth into a frozen wasteland
Staring down evily at her work, as ice consumed the world

Thunder and Lightning stood horrified, knowing that she took over their work. They were just having fun, while she sought ultimate power…

“What have we done…?” They asked together, wanting all of this to be just a horrible dream.
Hoping one day, they get the chance to right their wrongs...
Part 3 of the Cloud Master
Eric Bergeron Feb 2021
Thunder and Lightning, the two lords of the sky.

Jealous of the legend, fame, and success of the cloud master.
How they never got any of that fame or glory.
Always on the sidelines in someone else's story.
Fell into a deep state of rage.

The clouds blackened as the earth was plunged into darkness.
Rain fell to the earth, blinding lightning and deafening thunder flashed upon the sky.

The cloud master, watching in complete horror, at the work of the two enraged lords, laughing maniacally at their work

Floods now plunged the earth, countless towns destroyed from the rushing waves.

They went mad with power, blinded by the destruction they were able to unleash upon the earth.

The earthlings, trembling and terrified, as the once docile lords of the sky, wreak havoc upon the earth...
Part 2 of the Cloud Master
Eric Bergeron Feb 2021
The cloud master
Sitting high on his tower in the sky
The cloud master hard at work
He gazes down towards the earth
Thinking about all of the twinkle eyed dreamers, creators and inventors

Smiling hard, a shimmer in his eye, he readies his cloud cannon and fires
Filling the sky with whisps and shapes

One young man, laying in a field and gazing at the sky, sees the shape of a guitar in the sky  
He goes on to make is own guitars and plays concerts for thousands plus, fulfilling his dream of being a musician. As he is on stage playing his heart out, he thinks back to the day he was laying there and his life had no meaning.

Now he has purpose.
All because of the cloud master, shaping the sky for the twinkle eyed dreamers
Eric Bergeron Feb 2021
Do you know, what your smile is capable of?
How you can change someones entire day with one look??

The power held in that radiant smile, the look of happiness in your sweet eyes
The incredible sparkle that shines as bright as the stars on a clear summer night

Well, I can see it... I know it is there and it is real
I want you to notice it every single day

I wish you could see what I see, a beautiful soul burning behind those eyes
You know not the power behind your smile and that rests in your eyes
Eric Bergeron Feb 2021
Every hero has a story
A tale of their triumph
Etched in time and written all over the world
Words of their ride to fame and glory, solidified on the great pages.

And then, there is my story
One, not of power, glory or fame
Mine is that of struggle, strength, perseverance and  determination
My tale is still being written, it's pages still being filled every single day I continue on

One day, you will read my tale, and see the rise of a hero
For my victory, I fight on
We talk a lot about heroes In this world. I’ve been called a hero before and to that I say, I am just me!
My story is still being written. So just you wait, for the rise of a hero.
Eric Bergeron Feb 2021
6:30AM
I wake up, completely exhausted, my mind running a million miles a minute

I am alive...

As my legs swing over the side of the bed and my feet hit the ground, I slowly rise up

I am strong
I am alive

I wipe the sleep from my eyes, preparing myself to face the day ahead
Give it your best shot world. Whatever you throw at me, I will overcome.
For I am alive, I am strong, and I am a warrior.
Eric Bergeron Feb 2021
For years, you pulled my strings.
You had a grip on me, and it felt so cold.
Felt like ice surrounding my life and crushing me bit by bit.
You held me prisoner...

Your years of abuse and torture, bent and warped my mind.
At times making me feel like I was nothing.

But guess what??? I cut my strings.
I am falling, but I am free. Free from you. From your harsh words. Free from the madness that was your pitiful soul.

You no longer have a hold on me.
So this is goodbye. I do not wish you well. I wish you the life that you have. Whatever karma falls back upon you, is what you deserve.

Watch me live my life, shaking the earth and rattling the stars.
For I am free, and you can no longer pull my strings.
I am free from your abuse. Free from your madness.
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