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Dexteix Oct 2014
Five years hiding
preparing and binding
reading and writing
Five years bent over old crumbling scrolls
weaving old words into wards
molding spells of fire and lightning

Five years  plotting underground
in an unending round
of clandestine sabotage
with knives and lies

Five years to find men and women,
willing to help him atone
and the tyrant to overthrow
Five years to forge
them the swords and axes
shields and armour
that would crash and crack,
splinter and shatter edge to edge
for the sake of
his soul

Five years to the day,
the bells and trumpets rang
The horns were blown
and drums beaten
The earth was shaken
as the host marched forth

Five years to the day
the banners were flown
and in defiance of the dark king
the white pennants bore a fiery eye

At its head hooded
strode a man with a glowing staff
unbent unbroken and unbowed
proud, determined and uncowed
ready now at last
wяong Oct 2014
The rain it creeps up on us,
Hiding behind dark clouds of mystery,
All so ready to ruin our day,
To make us melt away in it's presence,
It serves as a glitch,
Static to our televised reality.
The rain it bitters our hearts,
and fills our insides with gloom.
But we must not feel alone,
we must not let the rain take control.

Let it's beautiful, acid-hands grasp your bravery,
Let it attempt to wet your soul.
The rain with all it's power,
it is useless.
At times, unnatural
And we can make it a nonexistent factor,
If we no longer let it live,
If we dash through it's blanket of pain,
and come out; untouched.
Just a thought...
my spirit
will not be caged
by conformity
and ignorance
10w
Dexteix Aug 2014
Songs of courage
battle hymns and chants
Songs of defiance
echo in fortresses of stone
Wards woven in secret
to give the walls their strength
Lattices of power placed over the hearth
to keep it sound

But his misstep
led to the fall, and
his Ill-written runes
brought the towers down,
his world broke
in fire,  ruin ,pain and rage

There were no songs of safety
as the wards shattered that day,
for his arrogance and pride
the price had been paid
So The Hooded King wept
at the passing of an age.
Hi everyone this is my first submission, so comments would be of great help. I may edit this a bit further at some stage as well.
James Jarrett Apr 2014
It's hanging over me like a hammer
I'm just waiting for it to come down
But still I can't stop
It is the truth after all
But the truth doesn't always set you free
No, maybe some people
But never me
I wait everyday for that hammer
But I can never stop
I will never live
Or die
On my knees
I just know
Someday
I'm gonna get the truth
Hammered outta me
Mikaila Mar 2014
Remember when I told you
Not to force me?
I meant that.
Force me to love you
And I will hate you.
Force me to hate you
And I will love you.
Force me to stay
And I will run,
Force me away
And I will never leave.
I promise you this:
I do not love you more than I need to be free.
My freedom means
I
Do
What
I
Choose.
Not what you think is right,
Not what you think is safe,
Not what you think is
Best.
You cannot make me stop thinking of you-
Months,
Years,
Decades,
I will enshrine you
Out of spite
And throw away moments of every **** day
Reconstructing your face in my mind
Whether or not I ever see it again-
I promise you this:
I do not love myself more than I hate being
Forced.

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