Castellé couldn't say how long, for certain, that she'd been lying there, lips parted, gazing it the stars.
But it certainly wasn't, and would never truly be long enough.
The takeover was fast coming.
No one could stop it now. It had been long in the making.
All there was left to do was lay and wait for her time to come too. Just like those whom had gone before her.
Just like those already claimed سے طرف کی The Mystings.
They were a soulless bunch. Shrouded in robes of pure onyx that fluttered like silk in the wind, they were elegant...stunning, yet horrifying all at once. The Mystings had no faces...not ones of their own anyhow. They'd simply adapt the faces of animals and switch it up every day.
They had once been the sole inhabited of the Kingdom of Xyper. The only beings that roamed the vast woodland.
And soon they will be so again.
Man would fall first.
And soon after would fall dragon and griffin, elf and phoenix.
Every being except the Mystings.
As far as Castellé knew, she was the last of her kind. In just the first دن alone she'd seen castles collapse and empires fall.
She'd seen the crops in flames and the souls of man as the Mystings claimed them as their own...adding anew faces to their collection.
What a horrifying sight it was; to see a face twisted in such a grim and grotesque way as they watched their own soul exit their body--before they'd even left the world of the alive. To see it come out--drawn to a pearl covered hand--as a silvery trail of shining air.
Castellé longed to be one of those whom had already come to pass. At least they weren't alone when they died.
At least they didn't know what was going to happen...
Honestly Castellé didn't long to live either. She'd lost too much.
How do آپ stay alive in a world dying?
Castellé soon realized that آپ simply do not. And that was fine. Fine and good.
She'd just close her eyes and let herself pass.
She'd take herself before the Mystings could.
She'd die with a soul.
She drew out her dagger...
i would end up here with you
i was a restless wanderer on a distant path
آپ were a lonely dreamer with a broken laugh
i would go anywhere the road would lead
my hopes and dreams is all that i would need
i don't need a house یا fancy cars
i would rather sleep underneath the stars
آپ did'nt have much to call your own
but what a lovely smile on your face shown
آپ کہا your chance at love had past آپ سے طرف کی
i told i'm here so dont آپ cry
our lives were like the pieces of a broken heart
now that we're together what a life could start
there was magic in the air that night
everything was moving at the speed of light
آپ were like my juliet and i your romeo
آپ love me i love آپ thats all i need to know
no longer will آپ dream of love thats true
no longer will i wander my تلاش has led to you
I wrote this about my (now ex) boyfriend, but still felt something about the poem, if not him. I'd love some criticism on it (hopefully constructive) :).
Treacle dripping from our scars
Pooling on a jagged floor
آپ are gone, still I know
From clustered trees and homemade vows
That we are one. And as آپ lead
Your life of promise, graft and need
Know that we are one the same
Intertwined are دل at name.
آپ may notice that only the سیکنڈ verse rhymes, this is an attempt to دکھائیں the idea of a one-sided relationship in its form in it's one-sided rhyme scheme. This is probably quite stupid- let me know.
Treacle dripping from our scars
Pooling on a jagged floor
آپ are gone, still I know
From clustered trees and homemade vows
That we are one. And as آپ lead
Your life of promise, graft and need
Know that we are one the same
Intertwined are دل at name.
آپ may notice that only the سیکنڈ verse rhymes, this is an attempt to دکھائیں the idea of a one-sided relationship in its form in it's one-sided rhyme scheme. This is probably quite stupid- let me know.
