MidnightDarkest

The earth cried the day I left. Fountains of molten flame ripped from the earth scouring the land. In the books they called it magma. But that was before. Now we call it lifeblood , the molten fire that we must brave. Now some worship it. Now some hate it. Now some watch it from the safety of their cities, scorning the people that live the great wastes, the ones that brave the lifeblood to study the remains of a civilization long dead. The speak of us as animals, as the base born scum of the earth. They did not note the day I arrived. They soon would.In my relatively short life I had rarely left the Wastes. And those who entered them were del

The earth cried the day I left. Fountains of molten flame ripped from the earth scouring the land. In the books they called it magma. But that was before. Now we call it lifeblood , the molten fire that we must brave. Now some worship it. Now some hate it. Now some watch it from the safety of their cities, scorning the people that live the great wastes, the ones that brave the lifeblood to study the remains of a civilization long dead. The speak of us as animals, as the base born scum of the earth. They did not note the day I arrived. They soon would.In my relatively short life I had rarely left the Wastes. And those who entered them were del

Tears from the sky Falling on a mountain Striped of tree Creating a river Devoid of fish Falling through a sky choked with smoke But above the smoke the river the mountain there are stars twinkling bright

The sword fell a silver ray of light falling to the ground a tool of cruelty of kindness of death a weapon that had slayed the good the evil the solider the ruler the murderer the bearer but the sword will still fall its eternal strength failing as its bearer drops it to the ground

They shines brightly Beautiful in the hands of a artist Deadly in the hands of a master Easily sculpted yet hard to move they move emotions ideas thoughts they kill they save they are taken for granted stronger than swords yet weaker deadlier than guns yet less strong yet weak caring yet cruel and in the end always there

You stand alone your friends dead your backup cut off you fight alone your sword arm tried   your armor in tatters and still you fight fighting in the hope that someday what you did will let someone have the chance you never had and so you fight alone until you fall to the ground