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A Death of Reflections Together they lived in a home with no mirrors.A Death of Reflections by CrumbledWings
The mirrors themselves had committed no atrocity. Certainly nothing which necessitated immediate removal but, rather, a trait of their heritage had doomed them. The mirrors cried resplendent shards as they were removed and murdered with the tenderness with which one might murder themselves. They begged with tear-stained faces and tortured grimaces to be given mercy. No quarter was given, their pleas scratched upon closed eyes. The mirrors died screaming sparkling hatred from familiar mouths.
The windows refused to scream. They instead condemned the couple’s actions with the images their words invoked. As they were pulled from the walls, the windows shouted of the beauty of the home the couple destroyed. The playful, light colors of the trailing along the hallway walls, the stained, carpeted floor which must be tread carefully lest one stab themselves on the carefu
Forlorn PhantomsTheir eyes are hollowForlorn Phantoms by LUCKy-LoTi
Going dark with the morning rise of a bloody sun
Hell found its way into the depths and crevices of inner beauty
Golden illumination reflects off of the charcoal apparition and life itself dissipates
Echoes of madness and insomnia have harmonized their sweet sounds
The cries of the living are stained into the hearts of those
With ice veins
Such shadows follow their chained path into forever
Ever since the death tree,
Lust filled crows watch those shrivel away into the roots of pain
The black soil is home to those in the forest of a thousand tears
And they spend eternity convulsing to dark music with all else dropping to their knees
The grand decay has emerged
No comfort comes
For the sequence of life does not continue
Not only somber fields of stone contain haunted cries
They are forever trapped at a hidden statue
With fevers of wilted wallows
But no time in forever will compete with the body that is buried alone
Soft cement bares down on the lungs and crushes the
Illuzia - Chapter 1: Leaving CampIlluzia - Chapter 1: Leaving Camp by DragonofTenebrae
You have to be strong for me. You can't remain a child forever. Learn to live for yourself. Find out who you are.
Always remember that I love you, my son. My love will stay with you no matter where you are, and no matter where I am. That's never going to change.
Be brave now. Goodbye.
“Are you sure this is what you wish to do, Dantes?”
“It is.” I nodded my head as I packed my few belongings. “Now that my mother is gone, I see no point for me to stay here any longer. It's not that I don't enjoy your company, but I just feel that I need to find my own path now.”
“I understand.” He nodded his head, rubbing his hands and wrists slowly. “Many people choose to leave their camps in search for someone else, or with thoughts on starting their own tribe. I always figured you'd be one of those people, Dantes. Your mother had a unique gift, even among our peo
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