Multiple generations this curse has devoured,
Leaving naught but ruin in its wake.
The brave soldiers of old roused,
Yet failing to sate its appetite.
The latest group of brave volunteers,
Leave, off to perilous lands.
None will return, yet again,
This batch of willing sacrifices.
– Arsh
You found me,
When I was low.
Held me close,
So I could let go.
Now you are the reason
Why I feel so low.
I need to let you go,
So I can hold me close.
– Arsh
My Lady of silver and smoke,
Do not be taken by the allure of
The clear cut truth.
It is nothing but a lie.
My Lady of gold and sunlight,
Enamoured you may be
With your adoring fans,
They will cheer at your execution.
My Lady of the everlasting night,
Your dark domain both threatens and shelters
Those whom you have claimed.
May your benevolence extend to all.
– Arsh
The moon sings its soulful song,
Singing it to us all.
She dances with the joyful tides,
Without a care, at all.
Her moods of whimsy
Never fail to astonish or amaze.
Ever-changing, ever-evolving,
Yet always so steady and constant.
– Arsh
The scales of justice,
Tip, and tip again.
But the scale of these events,
Might help doom humanity.
Unrest may be human,
And so is compassion.
Although the scales tip,
Eventually, there is always equilibrium.
– Arsh
Just realising that you have been gashed will not erase the Scar that is bound to form. The most you can do is tend to that Wound and ensure it Never opens again.
– Maya Desdemona
I have been cruel.
I don't know if it was necessary.
I don't know if it was deserved.
All I know is that I have been cruel.
Why was it so?
Do I even regret it?
Have I truly stooped so low in this life?
The thought plagues me.
I know not what I have done,
But the thorns around my heart
Constrict with knowing silence.
They were merely words,
Having no effect on the receiver.
But I must live
Knowing I have been cruel.
– Maya Desdemona
Slipping away,
Feeling unseen,
Can anyone see me?
Do I want them to?
– Arsh
Such a hideous creation could only be eradicated by its creator.
Or so they thought.
Perhaps the fact that the creator was deranged enough to create such a thing was warning enough.
Left me alone,
Fending for myself,
Abandoned again.
I got back up again,
Left you behind in the dust,
Now I'm in the light.
– Arsh
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