Haunted
I've felt the pain of a lost love,it's eternal. felt long after death, i'll mourn the lose of her. if only....fear didnt keep us apart. if only fear of living didnt torture me. if only i'd known.
Prophet of The Zyl Prolouge
Power is gained, cowardice is lost. love blossom and blood flows. battles are lost and some are won. but in the end, only one will stand. the son will stand tall...the zyl will fall. time can only tell.
The Tide of Darkness
In her, he sees the soul of his lost love now reborn. alas, she is a holy woman, and so at first he keeps his distance out of his unease for the ominous presence of divine power.
~Sail
#1 of poetry it's what happens when you write about former pirates down on their luck . . . remembering the glory days, lost love and friends of old. enjoy. ~lev _catch the wind in mainsails high,_ _race the dark and stormy skies._ _land ahoy!
One
My heart goes out for those who've lost loved ones because of differences. p.s. i don't usually write poetry at all and i know i am a complete novice when it comes to writing it, but i felt like sharing it with all you wonderful folk.
Moving On. (Chapter 1)
It all seemed like a dream, to be back here, where he met his long lost love. damien would come here every year, to reminisce of the time he and garry met.
When Disaster Strikes
They were brave and wandered the destroyed path, searching for their lost loved ones. once they realized all hope was gone, they retreated back to their home. destruction had won this day, leaving them with nothing.
Never Remember Me
./_ she sees it in the fair and finite font, and weeps upon lost love i no longer want. her angel's voice hides the loneliness of a siren, but my ignorance only puts her songs to discordia. just listen! listen to me!
Story: Rex - Old Blue Eyes the Wanderer
He never did find anyone else to replace his lost love, gairiff naar. in more recent years, he has been spending his time as a truck driver, traveling the roads, wandering in the hope that he can find happiness once again.
A song for....
...love...to miss out on love it to be empty and to be empty is to die...and for you to die because we denied you your love is for us to be evil knowing we cost you a life of your own ~k~\*i pass you the bow for the violin and smile down at you
Sorcha's Soliloquy
On hooves of green flame she searches for her lost love. braying mournfully, calling his name. she will seek out any who come near the place where her earthly body fell, the place where she last breathed word of her lennox.
The Blizzard
#2 of short stories would you brave a blizzard in search of a lost love? the snow crunched underneath my paws, and the whistled through my ears. i felt my gift keeping me warm, but i still hugged my arms around my chest by some kind of instinct.