POEM: Sunshine And Stychnine
Wolfie girl, i know your time is near don't release me, no not now nuzzle me close, just one more time i don't care what they say, love is no crime i'm trying not to break that vow to keep you from all you fear but i see you changed, more than
The Four Maidens
With word they vowed to return once again. for t'was not farewell: their cycle had only begun
RATHER DIE BROKEN IN YOUR ARMS
With my head held high and pride rising through the sky, i stand here now as i take this devoted vow, that i will correct what i have done wrong, fix what i have shattered, and i'll do it all as i walk with a broken leg sucking up the pain as i pull myself
A Lion's Tail and a Bear's Hug : Chapter 2
I vowed that i would never let a friend know my feelings for him if i knew he was straight. i think of you as a friend bjorn but i understand if you don't ever want to see, speak to or hear from me again.
May The Truth Without
"i took a vow that i would trust you and help you when you were at your weakest. you've never done anything to make me doubt that vow." andrea whispers to me.
Waiting to be Human
The pair, neither immaculate nor concerned swear off all artifice of oath or vow, in one fine scene, they draw a finer union.
On the Road
In this unearthly realm, all the things it spells are all chained to a vow with this deeper curse which from birth made it worse all i know until now fading memories of eroded roads, where i am to stand in this heavy rain?
Team Valiant Mysteries of the East Chapter 1: The Royal Knights
You may now speak your vows to one another."
Violet (Your Lancer Interlude 3)
I vowed then, to fix you myself. but you pierced every wall i put in your way. i still held hope that you would eventually choose me. until that jackal that harlot whisked you away from me. but i did it now.
Evensong for Flock and Pack
There's miles upon miles i must walk somehow, there's burdens on burdens i'm carrying now, and when i come home--which i will, i vow-- i'll be needing that fireside then.
The Ballad of Zoren
With the weapon of her father, and the blade she smithed with skill, she vowed to hunt with fervor, those responsible for the kill.
A Waltz with Death
I whispered quite a bit like it was a sacred vow. "why yes," she inquired, as if it was inspired in the etches of heaven. now, before i spoke, and i felt like a bloke, she took my hand, as if to plan a wondrous time ahead.