The flaming passion

[A lion's heart will always burn with passion]

"Blistering cold that covers the plains,
Why do you lie like this,why all of these complains?
You remembered anger and wish to spill your hate,
But why do you ignore the fact that it is your own hate that you create?

Alas, never mind this petty subject,
As you,my old friend,are nothing but a broken object,
Something I had cast away a while ago,
When my pilgrimage underwent.

What is left now?

Well that's a lovely tale indeed and it sounds just like this:

"Born withing the sun,
A light lit within the dark,
Queen of the sky itself,
Empress to my one and only heart.

Never ending river of silver,
Come and cleanse all that is still bitter,
Come,hold,watch and whisper,
Stay,comfort,be the one,but remain a sister.

Shake,stir,assemble and repair,

Awake in sleep,choked with despair,
I tremble as your hands warmth my skin,
I still tremble,as your lips are thin."

You see,I am at peace once more,
This time,even more than before.
I can see light where once there was nothing,
I can feel it once more,I can feel that special something.

It's finally back..."

P.S.:

You and I will always remember all those tears,

All we felt,all that hurt and all those fears,

Until we both heard a voice,and then felt peace,

We felt peace and quiet,and the water was still.

United by this we share the same path,

And with this in mind,we joined hands,

We kissed,and felt anew,

We boiled inside,and then left this realm,

With the speed of sound.

Inspiration:

Stephen Swartz - Bullet Train feat. Joni Fatora

Limited edition post: My thoughts

Ola everyone,hope your summer has been at least great so far.
So this is one of those posts,where I use the real stuff both as an inspiration as well as the main subject/theme.


Hope you enjoy! :P

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You want to know how I feel?
Do you really want that?
Well if indeed that is what you wish,then here it goes:

I feel...I feel as if I'm torn apart.I feel an itch which I can't scratch,a small but potent flame that burns me within.I feel it everyday,and even as I pray for the pain to go,no matter how hard I try to tame it or at the very least to rid my thoughts of it,as soon as night falls,it always haunts me.

I can not move as I'd wish nor smile as I did before.

Why?

Why oh why indeed...

I've got memories to which I cling onto,and as I once wrote on this very blog some years ago:

"A shadow of the past,
Living in the present,
Yet waiting for the future."

Never have I felt so abandoned,so small,so hurt,so...so...empty.

I know that time heals all wounds and that every end is a new beginning,yet I still wonder "What if...?"

Am I fool for feeling such things?
I guess only time will tell indeed whether that would be the case or not.

Until then,I sit on this very bed,smoking a cigarette,awakened by a dream,with the need to explode.

P.S.:
The dream....It was you again.

Inspiration:

Neutralize-Shining through the light feat. Emily Underhill (Culture Code Remix)

The new beginning

[On a cliff way upon the Snowy Mountains, 

Near the Sea of a thousand fountains, 

There he stood sipping the storm, 

Feeling weak,in his human form. 

He watched as the storm was being uncovered, 

And yet covering the plain of water. 

He watched the steep peak clash with the fury of the waves, 

And although he could hear the bits of rock falling apart, 

The mountain kept its stand,rejecting the seas embrace. 

He stood as if struck by lighting when his hand was caught by another, 

A moment of patience and the warmth was spreading, 

And his eyes lit as thunder spread its shadow, 

And thus she spoke:   ]

Fear not dear for I shall bury you, 

Just as the ground burries those who are loved, 

Fear not for I shall be your one and another, 

Just feel my warmth and surrender your pain.

[As the final words were lost along the wind, 

A tear fell from the ancient dragon, now human, 

And as lightning struck again, 

The cloudes fled and the sun was once more]

P.S.:

I know what it is that you seek underneath,

Yet look for it closely deep down beneath.

Inspiration:

Life :P

+

Florence+ The Machine - Breath Of Life

Stepping in the storm

-Honey come inside...it's cold out here!

(On the last step of the front staircase leading in the house stood Griffin,with a cigar in one hand.
He was smoking slowly and deeply,his glasses aimed towards the sky,watching the tiny drops pour from above)

-You reckon it's cold outside?

(Marriot stood in front of the door with a warm blanket covering her body.
A strange feeling tickled her body as the question was said.)

-Why yes,it's freezing cold out here.Come inside,it's warmer!

-Warmer you say...

(Another long sip of the cigarette and a bright flashing light surrounded by smoke showered his face.)

-If only it were warmer inside,but it isn't.Franly,if you asked me,I'd say it's hotter over here where I'm standing.

(She let a silent gasp)

-Well,don't stay  too long,I'll be waiting inside,okay?

(Halfway through the cigarette another flash of bright red light arose)

-Well that's just it Marry,I don't want to come inside.I told you,it's cold in there.

-Well would you rather sleep out here?

-Given the choice,I'd probably say yes.

(Marriot was shocked...He knew...He had found out the truth)

-Honey?!

-Yes.

-Please come inside.

-Actually,I was planning on taking a stroll down the lane,and upwards to city center.

(The cigarette was almost finished)

-And then?

-And then....I think I'll just carry on.Would you care to join me?

(She froze.His words were a mask and she knew this was a test.Considering how serious and determined he seemed,it was probably the final test)

-No,it's too cold for me.How about I wait for you inside?

(Griffin sipped the last smoke out of the small burning piece of paper.As he threw it in a small pond that had appeared in between his feet,he said)

-How about that indeed...

(He rose on his feet and straightened up.
He walked 'till he was an inch away from Marry's face,and gently kissed her cheek.

She started crying)

-I hope you know...I did love you,I always did,all this time.

(And immediately,without waiting for a response,he turned his back to his wife,and strafed right in the rain,as if guided by a path only he could see.
He was on his road,on his own,once more)

P.S.:
Whenever guided by a light,
That light always used to shine bright,
And it always led him back home,
Always led him away from the storm.

Inspiration:

Niia-BTSU (Jai Paul Cover) 

Erather's Curse (part 3)

[ "The laws are sacred and not to be questioned,

  And so shall they remain until a new heir shall be received.

  Only then may the justice of those above be done by one so sacred,

  Only then shall the laws be denied their eternal immunity."

Passage from "A book with no soul" by an unknown author ]

30 days later

[ Metira had already surpassed her limits,

The training,the deliberations of the council,

And even Erather being like a frozen giant filled with mystery,

All was too much.

She stomped towards her father's room,

Preparing for her final stand.]

...

King Perdut:

Ahh,my child,

To what blessing or delight,

Do I have you here,in my chambers?

[The air felt heavy,

While the ground seemed light,

Not many could stand in the presence of an Archmage]

Metira:

Dear father and holy king of Feverei,

I great you in this uneasy evening

In search of council.

King Perdut:

Do please then,my dearest,

Speak your mind and wits.

[Metira was about to blush at the kings very first words,

But held it back calmly,waiting for him to end]

Yet be warned,my child,

No matter what songs you sing,

Or what angel sounds you bring,

The council's decision shall not be revoked.

Metira:

Father,we...You cannot allow such miseries to happen,

Feverei must not give in to the Saints,but dampen.

We can raise our most skilled mages,
And put up our defences once more.


[The wise old king,listened in silence,
Yet hurricanes were rushing through his mind,
As the words he heard were only masks of in front of reasons,
Reasons that he did not like.]


King Perdut:
Child,you wish that we not engage in this war,
Yet I wonder what battles you fight within.
Is it the blood-spilling of the innocent that you fear,
Or may it be some more...precious blood behind it all?


[Silence covered the great throne room,
Silence and an eager sound of doom,
As if nether dust was cast in the chamber,
Heavy,all so heavy.]


Metira:


...


My dearest father and king
Fear not,for my motives are pure
And I shall kneel before thy wishes yet again.


Know though that my reasons are fair,
And if thou knew the truth behind my tale,
You'd pledge your life for the Saints.


King Perdut:


PLEDGE MY LIFE?
FOR THE SAINTS?
What treachery is this that you speak my daughter?


Begone before I lock you up for blasphemy,
And pray that my anger diminishes until dawn,
So that my sword will not seek a certain enemy from all the saints!


Metira:


As you wish...father!


[The beautiful daughter,
Marched back leaving the now restless nether matter,
With a hand so fragile on her front,
Caressing it gently.


A tear came by,
As the hand was slightly shaken from within the young body,
And Metira whispered with a dead voice]


Metira:


I shall protect you,
For you,for me
...


And even from Erather!




[On the other side of the Snowy Mountains
There stood once again Erather dressed with black armor.
In his balcony he laid deep within his thoughts,
With a violet flower in his hands.]


Erather:


There shall be war,
We shall be parted,
Yet only one shall drink from victory,
As mankind refuses to obey the laws of sanity.


[His hands shook,
Damaging the flower he had took.


He watched a petal fall from the ever violently colored flower,
And as the tiny thing reached the floor,
He lighted up the remains of what was once in his hand,
And contrary to his calm,the flower burst into a blaze of fire.]


Erather:


If once we were two,
Now dawn shall decide who must remain,
And thus the two shall become one,
Either by love or blood.


Only one shall live to tell the tale,
And then the legends shall come true,
The songs shall sing the truth,
About the last Archmage alive.

P.S.:

Through all the battles that one fights,

There comes the time for a great battle to arrive,

And in that moment all is but a moments worth,

As only what is worth shall remain just and fair!

Inspiration:

Coldplay-Paradise

( and life :P )

Love letter from a nerd!

Ok...so I know it's been a while (alright,it's been ages,you don't have to stick it in my face over and over again) since I last posted and I know I promised I'll be finishing "Erather's Curse" soon,but I've just been busy.

And actually,I was thinking of showing you all with what I've been busy...

Sooo...ready or not,here comes a "Love letter from a nerd!"


It all started some time ago,
When it was,we both know,
And from all that has passed,
I don't really know what to put last. :P

It started with you being lovely,
And a scarf floating troubly (yeah i just made that one up:P),
It started with a laughter and a smile,
So it started,and it's still here for a while.

Weeks came and went,and we both were smoking Kent,
But more important...you made me calm when you stood quiet.
Words where never a problem as we could hear each other with our looks,
And we were happy watching games,maybe even chatting about books.

As autumn came,your need for smoking left,
And our time was being charged of theft,
As there was never a moment when both wished for the other,
And the other faithfully appeared,filled with love as if a mother.

I now give to you this small letter,
In the hope that things will keep getting better,
In the hope that you'll be always there,
Cause I'll always come,if you'll always tell me where.

You've given me so much after all this time,
Most importantly,you took your faith and made it mine,
And this is why I love you to the very bone,
Praying that we'll be sleeping soon...at home.

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There's nothing that I could ask of you (that I haven't asked already:P),nor do I wish more from you.You've given me your very best,and for that I am grateful.
Now,because I'm a nerd,I'm gonna make a small list of what really made me fall for you (and what's been keeping me falling ever since):
1.You always laugh and smile at my jokes.
2.You always comprehend my jokes. (10 points:)) )
3.You can solve the following equation:
+
= 11.11.11 (And that's like amazing @-) )










4.You're TERA(byte) smart b-)
5.You're extremely beautifully.
6.You never tire listening to my babel.
7.The love and warmth you offer me every time your eyes linger upon me.
.
.
.
.
.
912535734723124647687696200001.The way your eyes somehow have a wandering light whenever they stare into mine.

For all of these reasons (and many more) I dedicate this post as a THANK YOU and a reminder (to me:P),so I will never forget all those 912535734723124647687696200001 reasons why you deserve my everything.

I adore the air that you breathe,
I love your smile and your teeth,
I'll always try to make things better,
I'll be there,no matter the weather.

Inspiration:
Cinema(Skrillex Remix)
AND


YOU

P.S.:
Happy anniversary sweetheart!:*:*

Erather's Curse [part 2]

Three days after...

[In a chamber on the topmost of the Aerie Tower,
There stood Erather holding a flower.
He caressed it while dreaming on his own,
Thinking and dreaming of the way he had grown.

The last of his kind,last of the Archmages,
The last after so many days,months and ages...

Ages of hate...
Ages of prejudice...
Ages...of wars.]

Erather:

This world feels no regret in their mistakes,
Feeding so selfishly and cold as if snakes,
I ask of you dear Gods of the skies above,
What is there here more to solve?

Can they not see the things I see?
Can they not feel that which lies imminent in front?

[A moment of silence,
The flower with colors of violence,
Was set floating above,a bit only higher,
Before turning into dust,as it soon burned with fire.]

Erather:

I see flowers still anger the soul in thee.

....

What a pity,they are truly wonderful creations.

...

Come forth Metira,for I sense your presence near,
Or I'd strike you were you are,even though thou is to me dear.

[Another moment of silence,
And something came forth,with no need of guidance,
But with a need to its soul,
As flames were rising to create the body,slowly making it whole.

Five steps separated the now,two figures in The Tower,
A flaming figure and it's host,
Both waiting calmly for the other,
As if it was there and then,and never another.]

Metira:

I went to sleep and suddenly felt the torment in your thoughts.
I would normally go through them and see the cause,
Yet this...this seemed to different.

What is it my dearest of all beings,
Has The Council not gave reason to your words?

Erather:

I wish they'd all burn through an entire millennia.

Metira:

That bad,I suppose?
Well,The Council was never as bright as it claims,
As it never took measures and never ended with the blames.

We are not the kind to be deceived by such treacheries,
And thus we feel no regret to what simple mortals do or choose.

[Strangely,a tension grew between the two,
As if the words themselves were the mask for a battle.
The young mage turned,with a flicker of hope,
And ended sitting straight,holding with both hands a globe.

He stood with the most strangest of objects in his hands,
And gazed,if possible,within the burning flame that covered it.

He stood there,silent and quiet,
His face showing shock,as if witnessing a riot.
Then,with a flicker of his hands,the globe dissipated,
And as he rose his head,the look,was now of something anticipated.

A figure made of smoke and flame stood before him.]

Erather:

There is more to this tale then I'd care to tell...my dear.

[The flaming body's face,for indeed it had a face,changed it's form,
Turning slowly from a picture resembling confidence,
To a desperate look of violance.]

Metira:

Then if thou care to tell me not,
I believe silence should be at hand.
However,do remember that your Council is merely a dot,
And that none should do as they demand.

[Erather shook his head for he did not wish to believe,
The fragment he had seen in the globe were bits he did not conceive,
For how was he to love another that was slowly dying,
When all that came was a fountain left crying?]