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He sits, listening,
To the sounds of wisemen bickering.
They plan and they plot,
They prepare and they propose,
But one is not enough
And so the whole battalion goes.
He sits, listening,
To the sounds of small flames flickering.
They throw meat to the wolves,
They crush a thousand hearts,
But this is not honor
And so one mind begins to spark.
He stands, speaking,
Of his people, his fondness leaking.
He is defending their hearts,
He is righteous and fair,
But this is not his court
And so tempers start to flare.
He stands, agreeing,
To a duel of fire, his temper steaming.
He will face the wiseman,
He will win this fight,
But that is not his opponent
And so defeat is in his sight.
He kneels, pleading,
For his own surrender, his soul bleeding.
He will not fight his father,
He will not fight his king,
But his father bears no hesitance
And so his screams begin to ring.
He bows, burning,
And his father says this is learning.
His mind cannot trace the lesson,
His face is melting with his will,
But he survives this tragedy
And so he yearns for his fathers love still.
A lone prince sails, chasing,
After a life he knows he isn’t facing.
He stood for the soldiers at his back,
He fell for their lies suffering bad,
But few know this painful story
And so he searches for honor he always had.
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 12:10 AM UTC
Tides change with their mood
The cold moon pulls the rough waves to pale shores in a show of true affection
Ocean pushes away in a fit of rage to pull fools to the depths.
Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 11:11 AM UTC
Ash
Life burns itself out on cold coals
Grief stays.
Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 11:02 AM UTC
Stubborn
Stone refuses to budge unless you move it
Obstinate.
Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 10:58 AM UTC
Four
weeks that you were gone
In Ba Sing Se I was feeling like a pawn
The Dai Li keeping the war a secret
I felt so helpless and weak but
I had to keep looking for my fuzzy friend
The issues of this city we had to amend
You were broken and betrayed
The fires hot making you afraid
Iroh and Zuko set you free
Now reunited I can brave the
Elements
Oct 15, 2024
Oct 15, 2024 at 12:55 AM UTC
I miss the Painted Lady
The way she strides on top of murky depths
Making it pristine like rain down crystal beams
Like a white tipped brush that sweeps one with grace
The way she erotically leaps from ripple to ripple
With her gestures like man in amphitheatres
I, longing for when she dove for blackness say
I miss the Painted Lady.
Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 1:32 PM UTC