#narative
I
A lonely chick
Fall in love with a butcher
Knowing her lover will ****** her
The lonely chick just fall harder
She thinks, it doesn't matter
Because her life is already bitter
Other chicks torment her
While the other's swagger
II
One day, a rooster
The only one who talks to her
Ask, Why she falls in love with the butcher
Maybe it sounds funny
Her face becomes smiley
But, in reality he's not ******
He's more honey
He cheers me up when i'm lonely
Her face turn red shyly
He never say that i'm ugly
He makes me feel worthy
Do you think it's a ***** trick
Answer the rooster
To fool a chick
And make her lunatic
Over something so sick
And who are you to critize?
The lonely chick cries
Can you blame her?
If she fall in love with grimm reaper
Because he has manner
To a chick who's got bluster
She screams
You treat her like airs
And jugde her when she shares
Never bother to see her tears
The lonely chick run
Leave the rooster that fall silent
III
The rooster feels pain
When he knows,
The love that he has shown
Never get known
I love you, the rooster whispers
That's why I stay
No matter what the others say
I won't leave midway
But, if my love leave me stray
What can i say?
Would anyone blame me if i betray?
I will go away
I'm tired with the love that gone astray
IV
The rooster fall into despair
While butcher doesn't care
When the lonely chick die
He just think it's rare
To see a tear
With the color of cystal clear
I'm gratified
To die in the arm of my beloved
That's what the lonely chick said
Before she gone to death bed
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 11:56 AM UTC
Upon Auhr, the walled fortress, the priests wait.
Sitting and hoping and praying for the return to the old ways of magic.
A mother sat, burdened with child.
The delivery to be made within minutes.
A ****** conception hailed by the sept to bring about the will of the Good.
This child, as fate saw fit, had been selected to be a magical reliquary;
A type of ley line to which the powerful reigned over their kingdoms and fifes.
Yet the previous phylactery had fallen, perished amongst the hounds howling; Shouting their desire for blood and fear and ultimately... control.
So to the priest we brought the woman and her gift so that magic;
That power... would not again fall into the hands of those hungry to own.
Instead a pact was struck;
A deal to ensure the boy would grow to be a wise and true ruler;
While also granting the priest and his sept access to the ethereal temptation of magic.
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Within Auhr a child was born and for a generation peace ensued.
Philosophy and ethics were the thresholds of the Aurish culture.
One after another, generous philosopher kings guided the construction of an empire.
An imperial order was established shortafter;
Built by the very first priests that had shielded the One from exploitation.
Corruption had infiltrated their minds;
Their very souls,
To the point that they had forgotten the very reason power had begotten them.
The broken priests betrayed their God and were so lost in the process,
That eventually their greed led them back to Him;
The boy become old man, bearing the weight of the needy upon his back.
"Why have you returned?" The Wizened Wizard asked of them.
"You have something we all desperately wish to share with the masses."
They cackled menacingly behind weathered skin leathered with years.
"And what might I have to offer you holy men of my covenant that can be shared?"
He asked of the shrouded snakes huddled behind their robes;
In pittance for their transgressions do they dawn the hood.
A vain attempt to shield the world of the Good before their eyes.
"Magic!"
They all cooed in unison.
"Life!" They chanted as they began to enclose their deity.
"My death?!" The Savior exclaimed, "will only further define your destiny."
"You parasites can leech upon my life's blood and engorge yourself with my flesh.
In the process you will destroy what light is left within you and only darkness will remain.
The worst kind of magic will emerge;
The kind of Death that will reave this world asunder and erase the progress We made."
The grand priest of Auhr walked within inches of the Wizened Wizard;
And like he did when the chosen child was born, he embraced his reliquary...
Easing his hidden dagger between the ribs of the One King Chosen to die.
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Beyond Auhr, He was reborn.
Far away from those who would use his Good for all the wrong reasons.
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 12:11 AM UTC