Sorrows of the Blade Sunlight crept over the horizon, red rays skimming over the plains to reside on the lone figure, sitting on his blackened hill, clutching his blackened sword. Vehemently, he flung his sword, to stick hilt-up in the ground, waiting for its next promise of dealing death. A blood-red blade attached to a midnight black hilt, the sword only inspired death. Tassels stained with weight of countless kills, hung limply in the wind. Why?Sorrows of the Blade
Die as a HeroRain fell from the heavens. Pounding, driving rain dripping off the horizon to splash in muddy puddles. Clouds furrowed in anger, winds moaning, weather had lost its sanity on this day. And so has man, I thought. What are we? Some vile creatures destroying the earth? If only this rain could cleanse my soul as easily as it does our sewers, I thought. What the hell? What is that?, I thought. Lying on a roof, a man in a hoodie, face and soul shrouded. And in his hands was a rifle. Not just any rifle, I knew. NDie as a Hero
I Just Don't Know Is it wrong? To love? To want what cannot be yours? When you know their other's love is not true, is it right to just stand there? Or is it right, to sit in the corner, to stare out the window into the rain, to stare into one's heart and weep? I just don't know.I Just Don't Know
Is it wrong? To want? To see beauty? When one sees the smile dawning on her lips, the sparkle in her eyes and the ideas knocking in her head, is it wrong? To want to be a part of that? &nb
Rose Doodle
