Final Showdown, part 2
"i can feel your grief, zudan silverrock. in honor to return the favor for saving me, i will do the same for you." king kiku hoisted the scepter to the sky. "what once was, shall return again!"
Fair thee well my Lady
True and proud england's pride and joy my fair maiden never seen again taken by pirates left for the dead sent to davy jones bones bones are all that's left of my fair maiden thee now that she is dead his poor majesty weeps with grief
Canyons
Not well enough to rush to your side i muster what mana i can borrow from what gods will oblige gifted from those who insist i know the language of suffering i know which key this ache tastes of i even know just the tune for this color of grief
My...
My sadness drowns my heart my grief fills my eyes with tears my sorrow hits me as cold dart my mourn sprouts my inner fears my light has changed to darkness my warm has decreased to cold my strength has diminished to weakness my youth has aged into
Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 63
She could see grief clashing against grief. this wasn't some glorious cavalry charge come to save the day, and those people weren't warriors. they were housewives. grandparents. many were barely old enough to get a drink at artello's.
Dangerous Thoughts -- Chapter 1
The collective grief of an entire culture filled the field. cries and hisses went up. kylac and deka felt nothing. they had witnessed the grief of the last four planets, but none of it reached them.
A Silent Soul- Chapter 9
He spoke quietly, the grief threatening to overwhelm him. _he was worried... about me? after all i've done?_ he nodded at me as i realized i'd actually spoken. "jasper, i have something to tell you.
Memories Of Those We Have Lost...
They appear together in our times of grief... they strengthen us with memories... they remind us of our mortality... they inspire us in their greatness... and in our hearts they find peace...
Beneath her coat was a whole identity
Then we'd all see the terror, the joy, then we'd all see the grief at nothing, then we'd all hear her say, "i'm not built for a life with death in it."
If Only You Knew The Rain
A lover without a man of few words an expressionless soul a brilliant mind yet melancholy and tortured a quiet note an echo distant recluse abstracted content in his depressive monotony with every passing day his grief
Poem for my Deceased Lover
Flown to space by what callous earth destroyed, i chase the long-flying radio waves, and sift to find again your breathing voice far away from grief and a potter's grave.
A Darkened Night
Waves of grief overshadow you all without reason. has someone died? or has the world grinded to a halt? a window opened by the wind, or by a creature of the night?