With in the broken heart:Poem
Hearts lost a riddle a shrine. lost i shout can you hear my cry. the night has come, agian to test. were oh were i wonder tonight. blood seems to flow like a river again. the air so cold i might fall in.
I am human
Sight i lift up my face but drop my eyes for the skies hold nothing for someone like me wannabe a stranger keeping your pace eagerly talking and taking your praise only to hide behind dresses of lace injured scars that you cannot see i'm riddled
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Seventy Four
So if-" "i solved your riddle." vakaal stepped away from his father, and turned to face lovro. "i do." "what?" lovro blinked, growling through grit teeth. "what are you babbling about?" "your riddle." vakaal kept his voice flat.
Sound mine'd...
Looking about i feel ease among the breeze riddled with doubt it's just... okay... it is... another timid day... i don't think, won't think of it, any other way...
Sorrow and beast
And so there he stood in the mighty beasts dark lair sorrow filling his heart as he hears these words spoken in a voice riddled with sorrow and pain " i will rain down hell and despair and ruin onto the land.
Sunset
The entirety of his gigantic stature was riddled with scars and missing scales. two horns and several large spikes pointed back, away from his face, lining the back of his skull and jaw-line.
The Ancient Clock of the Mice
It was a riddle. and if there was a riddle to solve, adventure couldn't be far behind. but where? calex pushed against the wood of the clock trying to see if there were any secret buttons or levers. he found an entire door.
Tonight
A night when music has no meaning but to remind you of old scars that riddle your mind and heart but lay graciously hidden...but not tonight. tonight you see them, feel them.
A will: Poem
riddle with thought's of madness deserve. a price to pay for the most basic of life. to sway on the verge in are mind. are we beast monster's of night. to kill and steal. could are mind be so wrong. maybe were angle's of this life.
A will: Poem
riddle with thought's of madness deserve. a price to pay for the most basic of life. to sway on the verge in are mind. are we beast monster's of night. to kill and steal. could are mind be so wrong. maybe were angle's of this life.
A continuing poem of a journey to love
The world flickers in and out of darkness and obstacles riddle my path and way; yet i will continue on my way.
The Myriad of Confusion
riddles and words are naught in light, but in darkness, obscure as night; if you should get scared tonight, right is wrong and wrong is right, please don't say that it is fright, only the dead can hear your plight time will stop and fire will freeze, water