Key (~demon one)(•demon two)
(☆random minion)》
Chapter One:
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'twas a bitter cold swept upon my neck;
Knees on ground, this life a fallen wreck.
Tainted dirt clinched tightly in hand.
Rambling poetic verses like a mad man.
Striking sharp, the arctic rain fell silently.
Screaming blindly at the sky so violently.
"Bring hither this forlorn poetic slumber."
Grasping each thought I could plunder.
As whispers come to mind.
~"Outside reality outside time.
~Smith thine quill,
~nay, thy will."
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....I awake half alive;Dead to any pain.
Looking so blind;Seeing only a void plain.
Then out of nothing;Something forms is a puddle.
'Twas tainted onyx black;White traces skuddle.
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I reach to touch what lies within;
feeling some stirring a grin.
Liquid silver felt upon finger tip;
~"Don't resist this nostalgic trip."
Biting sting ran down every vain in my arm.
~"Worry not it will do us no harm"
Day to night, fading from sight;
"Perceptions; Illusions, reveal our own light"
Slipping, and falling through conscious thought.
I hear whispers sing; ☆"He's the one Quill brought."
Gone mad in this a dream; Wishing I could wake.
Needing a sense of direction before I truly break.
Even now I'm lost, going up or down, left or right?
Defining this is an impossible task with no site.
Just dark void laid within an illusionary blur.
Always moving as an erythematic quickened stir.
Something twists, then a voice spoke from the vail.
~"Oblivion of created realms merged within this art!
~Never forget to take this unto your poetic heart."
Just then I notice the shape hidden within the black.
As I feel a sudden form of direction as if on a track.
Merging thoughts; Seams a task to define this shape I see.
Everything I ponder, but a delusional rage to be free.
Something inside me speaks,
"Just reach out for me."
Time shifting as I reach forth. Starting to scream and shout.
Always inching further away yet I refuse to give in to doubt.
•"You only live once 'less wrote in time with this quill of mine".
Livid the feeling as I grasp what I could not reach in time,
Outside mind; I now truly see what could set me free.
Revealing in hand a quill unlike any other you see.
©lyriks
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