There are worlds beyond our own...
unique and perilous ones.
Some extend past our imaginations
others follow the dreams we harbor within ourselves
there are worlds where a soul is an eternal flame
worlds where darkness is the only truth.
Places of wonder and majesty,
of horror and death.
Worlds where life prevails,
worlds where there is no such thing.
Worlds where nightmares are reality,
and love is far from truth.
There are worlds left unknown,
with places of light unexplored,
and creatures of hate restored.
Worlds where happiness is a gift.
And ones where joy is a sin.
Worlds of creativity.
Worlds of justice.
Worlds of prosperity.
There are worlds that are whole,
and worlds that are lost.
There are some blacker than light,
and others bright as darkness.
There are worlds of chaos.
And worlds of unity.
There are worlds shrouded in emptiness,
while others continue to strive.
Green, beautiful worlds;
cold, soulless worlds.
Worlds of fame,
of fortune,
of corruption
of sorrow.
Some worlds are forever. While others are fated to be destroyed.
Some are powerful;
some are weak.
But they are all one connected together
by one single feeling...
HOPE.
Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 9:32 PM UTC
There are worlds beyond our own...
unique and perilous ones.
Some extend past our imaginations
others follow the dreams we harbor within ourselves
there are worlds where a soul is an eternal flame
worlds where darkness is the only truth.
Places of wonder and majesty,
of horror and death.
Worlds where life prevails,
worlds where there is no such thing.
Worlds where nightmares are reality,
and love is far from truth.
There are worlds left unknown,
with places of light unexplored,
and creatures of hate restored.
Worlds where happiness is a gift.
And ones where joy is a sin.
Worlds of creativity.
Worlds of justice.
Worlds of prosperity.
There are worlds that are whole,
and worlds that are lost.
There are some blacker than light,
and others bright as darkness.
There are worlds of chaos.
And worlds of unity.
There are worlds shrouded in emptiness,
while others continue to strive.
Green, beautiful worlds;
cold, soulless worlds.
Worlds of fame,
of fortune,
of corruption
of sorrow.
Some worlds are forever. While others are fated to be destroyed.
Some are powerful;
some are weak.
But they are all one connected together
by one single feeling...
HOPE.
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