Seen by all, Known by none.Kind, loving, charitable, words none would assignSeen by all, Known by none. by ~Ilnoitra
to someone with heart as empty and hollow as mine.
Kind out of boredom many would claim,
noone thinks that kindness was my aim.
Vindictive and petty is what they say,
when the supposed mask of love is torn away.
A monster wearing flesh is what some do see,
or the fallen angel they wish me to be.
The true being which lies inside,
none can see what I try to hide.
Sometime I wish somone would see through the mask,
but clearly this is to much to ask.
They see murderer in waiting, killer in all but act,
or liar who hides weakness with cold hard "fact".
Noone has seen the true shape I wield,
Price of HappinessBitter whispers, more than I can take,Price of Happiness by ~Ilnoitra
Memories of my past mistakes.
Ruining all that I hold dear,
imminent death is becoming clear.
Spectres rip and claw and tear,
till your body fails, taken all it can bear.
If this is peace, then I beg for war,
when it is all over I will hurt no more.
Her or I only one can smile,
but is it truly worth the while.
A second mouth based around the throat,
then she can continue, while He can no longer gloat.
A silver edge on a shadowed blade,
could pay her back in spades.
But since I'm dead either way,
is it truly a price im willing to pay?
Ebonstone to bind the soul,
White onyx to gain control.
The sheep in Wolves clothing.Look without hope on all you hold dear,The sheep in Wolves clothing. by ~Ilnoitra
I will destroy them all without fear.
Pain and death shall be their fate,
and by the time you read this it will be to late.
Kind amongst cruel is what you see,
the darkest of all is what I am destined to be.
Once you are all alone, and to hurt to care,
then you will know what it is is to Despair.
TriuneQueen and Consort walking divided,Triune by ~Ilnoitra
is her fate that undecided?
Whispers and rumors of a great schism,
added to a touch of realism,
will they end up with nothing within them?
When the Queen picks others to train,
The three warriors will not remain.
One to a realm of men, broken by demons,
ruled by kings and queens, yet led by heathens.
One to a realm of machines, where weakness is rewarded,
since nature is his calling certainly he will abhore it.
Last to the ending realm, where the awakening began,
Fonts of power defend the keep, so it will never be overan.
These journeys will seal their fate,
doomed because they challenged Hate.
Sta.sh
