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The time has come,
Your life has passed.
The last grain falls
from the hour glass.
We now look back
to what you've done.
Some for others,
and some for fun.
All have been placed,
upon the scale.
To see what fate
will end your tale.
This final judgment
will sound the bell,
that brings you heaven
or damns you to hell.
Crumpled PaperDeep within the darkest maze,
You lie in wait within the haze.
Forced to sleep by those who fear
The very void that you hold dear.
They simply do not understand
That light and dark go hand in hand.
Shadows dance and mortals quake,
Awaiting the time for you to wake.
I can only pray you hear our plight,
While ever dreaming of the night.
Plight of the NeeraPlight of the Neera
I know I must look good to you,
But for a minute, walk in my shoes.
I could never do any harm,
To another creature with so much charm.
So helpless, so small and frail,
Not even bigger than your tail.
We could be friends given the chance,
You get to know me past first glance.
Although you'd love to be fed,
Couldn't you eat some fruit instead?
How about it, what do you say?
Will you show some mercy today?
Hunter of the WatersHunter of the Waters
You don't see me, but I see you,
Swimming in waters so blue.
I watch you from down below,
Deep waters that I clearly know,
Yet you would find strange to be,
This place that is a home to me.
And now I rise, under your heels,
Are you to be a precious meal?
As I open wide to let you in,
The water swirls, panic sets in.
As much as you try to break free,
You will be coming down with me.
Try as you might, you can't escape,
And now my lips have sealed your fate.
Mantoids are a tauric race of hybrids related to praying mantises, and have quite a few traits in common with them. They are predatory by nature and extremely voracious, tending to eat just about anything they can, even their own species, although this gruesome cannibalism is usually saved as a last resort. Mantoids are bold creatures that will even attempt to attack other predators up to fifty percent larger than themselves, such as larger harpies! In fact, they even prefer to do so as a larger prey provides greater nutrition as well as a greater thrill to hunt. Needless to say, they do not handle hunger very well and the term "friend" should be applied loosely to those who find themselves in such a position.
Mantoids have a deep hatred toward slug girls, as they react badly to an enzyme located in the slug girls' mucus trail. Contact or even close exposure to the mucus has been known to give them painful headaches, weakness, and on extreme circumstances, cause dea
Felarya: RevelationsJake woke to the sound of thunder, he noticed he had reverted back to normally large size, which happened often when he slept. He looked up but couldn't see a cloud in the night sky. "Funny ," he thought. He looked below him at the neko curled up leaning on him with the tiny neera resting on her chest. He couldn't help but crack a soft smile.
"Ugh, I haven't eaten anything in days being so preoccupied with Kally." Jake looked down to make sure he didn't wake the two. He picked up Kally gently and placed her on the ground, being careful not to wake her or Mae. He snagged a giant leaf off a tree and covered them with it, then slid as silently as he could away. He had gone a decent distance when his stomach rumbled again. "If I could just find some big fruit or "
"CRACKLE FIZZ ..POP!" The noise had come form a short distance away. Jake slid behind a tree and poked his head around to look.
"Darn it Martha! There goes generator and with it, the ste
The Sky EruptsGrave landed in front of the ruined temple nestled in Bulvon Wood. He recognized the location from the naga girls mind he had invaded. Here stayed another angel whom he clearly remembered from long ago, the angel who had reported his crimes to the higher authorities which ultimately lead to his own imprisonment. The angel Markie.
Markie woke from her slumber in the temple. It was dark, the air seemed still. Markie felt a dark presence near her and jumped upright.
Hello .Markie., a voice spoke out.
Show yourself demon! Markie shouted out into the darkness.
Demon? Come now Id think you would be able to sense your own kind., Grave said laughing as he stepped into moonlight, revealing himself.
You I remember you .that angel of death who went rogue they threw you in a shadow prison Arcanthos. Markie stammered.
Yes, because some low level angel decided to report me. Report me for getting r
Felarya: Kindness and AtrocityKally woke up with the moonlight in her face. She had been laying against Jakes chest. She looked up at him, he was still sleeping. A soft smile came to her lips. Its good some things dont change.
Kallys ears perked up when she heard a small rustle in the small bushes close to them. Her natural instincts kicked in. She lay still for a few more moments, then quickly sprang at the bushes. She quickly spotted and grabbed the intruder.
EEEP! squealed the tiny voice now caught between her hands. It was a tiny girl, a mouse-girl to be exact. She had brown hair, tan skin, and yellow eyes.
A NEERA! Kally held the girl close to her face and stuck out her tongue a little. She inched her tongue over to the little girls body. Then she ran it over the girls chest and face. Mmmmmm. She couldnt help but open her mouth and gently push the little girl inside. She closed her mouth around the little girl, keepi
Grave's ProfileGraves Profile
Name: Arcanthos (although he says that name is dead and gone)
Nickname: Grave (short for The Graveripper)
Race: Angelic (Angel of Death)
Age: Been around since shortly after the beginning of everything
Appearance: Like most angels, Arcanthos can take many shapes, but he prefers taking a humanly shape of a man in his early twenties with shoulder length black hair and brown eyes. His body is toned yet not bulky, and he has a large set of black wings. Arcanthos wears a black loincloth as the only piece of clothing. He can materialize his weapon at any time, a double bladed scythe with soul piercing capabilities known as The Graveripper (yes he took the name of his weapon as his own name later on.)
Personality/Background: Cruel and calculating, Arcanthos has always viewed almost all life as meaningless, save one small speck in his existence. For eons, as an Angel of Death, Arcanthos duty was to help cross over the souls of the dead to their judgment.
a sliver of the galaxyto the star girl on the edge of my tongue:
your hair dye is fading; you are a patch work
quilt comprised of sleepless nights and
the world around you romanticizes
the sadness that fills you like a broken well,
but you know they’re wrong --
having a darkness that threatens
to overwhelm you every single moment
isn’t glamorous at all.
you’ve started to trace your skin
with a knife again, itching to press
a little harder, to draw on your body
the only way you know how.
but you won’t.
because that will mean
that you’re just as far gone
as they think you are.
and there’s still a sliver inside of you
that doesn’t want to let go.
--the girl on the other side of your mirror
Borderlined Once Too OftenDear Doctor,
I am not a pile of bones,
worn grey and yellowed
with the stains of this disease--
is a better plan than
an uncertaintity of pills;
(I won't even begin
to berate you for judging-
you'll get yours one day
when perhaps you'll learn
a label is a tool
instead of a weapon);
was never meant to mean
Sincerely, your patient
to the girl teaching herself to flyShe is trapped by a moonlit mind,
come silent in the night.
Surrounded by clouds, she is blind
to barren worlds; their light.
Searching for a sign, she survives,
although she knows she cannot thrive.
Searching for a sign.
Searching for a sign.
Anything to remain alive.
Her voice calls out, though no one hears,
screaming for redemption.
A shadow comes to kindle fear,
adding to the tension.
Someone please help me, she shouts, cries,
though on her cheeks, her tears, they dry.
Someone please help me.
Someone please help me.
But her screams turn to desperate sighs.
Weeks pass, and she remains divine,
still searching for escape.
Vines corkscrew themselves on her spine,
leaves curling up her shape.
Borrowing wisdom from her brow,
she learns to
For Love of the StarsMoon Mother sighs, somber,
beneath a laughing Sun--
his world is ending,
hers has only begun.
Every little bitNo one noticed the empty chair
They were all busy
Telling each other what had happened over the weekend
People didn’t really notice the chair anyways
Even when it was full
But today is different
The teacher walks in
With a strange look on her face
And she tells them
The girl that filled that chair, is dead
It happened Saturday night
She was driving home
She fell asleep at the wheel
The semi didn’t even get a chance
They pronounced her dead at the scene
The shock comes first
She was such a quiet girl
Always at the back, out of the way, you know?
But not today
The chair is staring at them, with unseen eyes
And that’s when people remember
How polite she was
The small smile she wore
The soft voice
The tired eyes
The boy in front of her,
She used to let him borrow her pencils
Because no one else would
He didn’t even say thank you
Or always give them back
She would help clean out the locker of the girl beside her
Without being asked
Even with the moldy lunches at the
The Tangled Webs We Weave...
"Oh what a tangled web we weave,
when first we practice to deceive..."
Bob never really liked his job,
a clerk, in a room full of clerks.
Many a time he'd call off sick,
his unwitting boss- a jerk!
The sun was up, the air was fresh,
those eighteen links were calling.
Bob called in sick (a fevered chill),
his bold-faced lie - appalling!
But as it was his boss had plans,
clients that needed wooing.
So they hit the links at eight-o-five,
"Is that Bob? Who's he fooling?!"
Sad to say, Bob lost his job (sigh),
still unemployed, though he tries.
If only he had told the truth...
he wouldn't have been ensnared by his web of lies!
2. The Affair
It seemed to Joe she worked too much,
overtime almost every night.
He missed their quiet times at home,
he wondered, did she see his plight?
His best friend Ed had tipped him off,
Life Of A ConscienceRain slides down the window pane
As I slowly go insane
Falling with tears, down my face
Slowly making an empty space
Fall out the window, float up high
Deeper and deeper into the sky
Dance in sunshine, bathe in clouds
Away from people and looming clouds
Fall into a lake, see into the water
Cut nets and save, fish from slaughter
Spiral up and down, with the waves
Follow the paths that have been paved
Follow the turning twisting bends
Never giving up until the end
Jump over barriers, crawl round mistakes
Sleep and take a decent break
People laugh and people frown
Taking turns to wear the crown
When it’s hard, together we try
We don’t want to say goodbye
We stand together, you’re not alone
The same down to our very bone
We light the day, comfort the night
And together we will make things right
A Well Meaning LieSomeday I will lie
To everyone alive,
And they will never see
That the liar was always me,
Because my words of sin
Will only bring a grin,
To their faces
Which were always so very grim.
I guess I'll be ready
When the wolf comes slow and steady,
But I will not cry out with fears so heavy,
Because this is what a liar gets in the end of the story.
So even if I made you smile,
Just for a little while,
Try to hold onto it when you find out the truth,
That there's no joy in youth,
When it's all you can look back upon
While you lie forgotten and long gone.
You'll always wish to change,
Maybe then things won't be the same,
But isn't it strange,
That you would think that way?
I guess the good memories did nothing for your soul,
Just cause you all this pain while you're growing old.
You pretend it never happened
While you're looking at it,
And you complain that you want that feeling once again,
You want to feel that grin,
But you forgot about the lie
Told by none but I.
So when you're screaming
Fire Naga's PoemHello my dear, dont say your name.
Allow for me to play my game.
Just watch me now, and see me dance,
Around you as you lose your chance,
To escape from your now sealed fate,
I believe you humans call it checkmate
Now let me squeeze you tighter still
Let my heat take away your chill
Feel the burning flame inside of me
Think how much warmer it will be
For its time for me to end my game
And time for you to feed the flame.
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