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Red Bergan Mar 2014
Let it go,
Face the world.
Let them see your power.

The one of the snow,
The one of fire.
Become their world.
Save them from the higher.

Stand free,
You are truly magnificent.
  Mar 2014 Red Bergan
Liam
insidious...
the forces that bend us toward self-destruction

insidious...
the illusions that feed those malevolent forces

insidious...
the stories that construct those obscuring illusions

insidious...
the thoughts that metastasize into those deluding stories

insidious...
the mind that identifies with those detrimental thoughts

innocent...
the soul that succumbs
  Mar 2014 Red Bergan
Brendan Thomas
Rains fall from the sky
Replenishing Earths supply
Of lifes sweet nectar
Rainy day,being positive about it.
Red Bergan Mar 2014
Sing with me,
As we dance with glee.
Beyond the ferals sight.

All I ask,
Is that you end this life.
Feeling remorse and denial.

My love your heart may be pure,
But thy actions are strange.
Why art thou cold this day?

Dance with me,
For the words of love shall warm you,
May light guide thee.
To thy hundreth!
#100th poem!!! :DD
Red Bergan Mar 2014
Fearing my mind.
Scaring my sight.
All I see is fright tonight...

Blackness is so strange.
When the tendrils of its power,
Mark you're skin.

Adrenaline,Power,Sin.
All comes from within.
The stone cold mind..

Fearing my heart,
As it draws it's last beat.
Sending me off.

Into an eternal sleep...
Red Bergan Mar 2014
What a beauty to seek!
The Nightingales have returned
To serve thee!

Nightingale sing your songs...
Haunt the night of the trespass,
Nocturnal is your guide..Tonight

Seek your jewels,
Salvage thy treasure.
Offer it to Nocturnal,
To please her.

Nightingales,
Fact or Fiction?

They are quite real.
To see their armor,
To know their symbol.

They are shadows of the night.
Pursuing your every move...
Red Bergan Mar 2014
A Silence stirs within the people,
As the King anoints his knight.
The man of righteous renewal,
From the very start.

So it began,
His journey across Tamriel.
Searching for a way,
To save his people.

Armor of White,
Spear of the dragon.
He comes to fight,
Those who oppose him.

His only distraction,
A fair maiden.
With lips of ruby,
Hips of curve.

She can ****** anyone,
Then rob their home.
She sneaks within the night.
Only to serve.
Nocturnal the Daedric Goddess of the Dark World.

Evergloom shail it be.
When they cross paths.
Each night they meet...
So goes the Son of Skyrim,
Being tricked.

By the anointing Imperial.
Mother of the Pack.
Ah irony.....
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