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Sometimes I am saddened by how beauty only seems to exist to be ravaged. The water clean and pristine just to be soiled. Trees the grow tall slashed down to be burned to ash. Land lush and green turned to tar. Fresh air slowly fades to smog. Wolves running free just to find no home left to run to now running from monsters in the sky. A pretty bird made to fly rather lives in a cage tell it dies. A boy bright and happy grows be a killing machine. While a women lovely and young is taken by seed and ravaged by the new born to birth another young soul. That soul so pure made of love and innocence slowly twisted and scared. So why? Is beauty just

 I am surrounded by twisted creatures with needles and poisons.  Stolen from my home they warped me in a web. dragging me off to my new cell. So many people talking but not a word can reach me. I don't know the devils languages its simply distorted screeches and growls. Taunting me with their wicked faces. I am locked in a room with blinding lights. so bright yet nothing can shine into my mind. So They stab me with a poisoned  pitch fork and I fall asleep.  I awake in darkness. Somehow I am free from my bonds. Yet I am blinded seeing only bright flashes of red and overwhelming black.  So the demons speak to me the only ones who I can unders

                              THE LAND OF NEVER ENDING DUSK.       ONCE THER WAS A LAND OF FANTSICAL MAGIC. the RACES WHERE BLESSED WITH TALENTS AND GIFTS. THER WHERE ONLY ONE RACE OF ELVES A HIGH AND MIGHTY CLASS WHO GREW EVER MORE GREEDY FOR POWER. THE need to know the deepest secrets of existence drove them. They started to tamper with creation crafting artifacts of  unfathomable power.  Over time the high race began to claim more of the land. So the race of man fought back with more and more brutal tactics  scrambling for more man power the humans implmented increasing amounts of undeath into their armies. This brought about the race kn

Lazeris was flying high above the ocean running from what was once her lover. Resisting the urge to fight the one who brought her such joy. Draco the once kind soul now seeks only vengeance under the spell of a cruel deceiver. In his blood lust he could not restrain himself.  Another dragoness who held jealousy in her heart killed Draco's dearest friend. And blamed it on his former love, The phoenix lazeris. The dragoness Sixis killed the poor wizard who had accompanied Draco through thick and thin. Now the last thing he held dear he was trying to destroy with his own hands. The beautiful bird of a crimson flame shined in the air bleeding wo

A ray of light lay on a pile of dry grass and from that a fire is born and it reaches out to touch someone but as it does it falls to pieces and so it moves on frantically grasping for something to hold onto. Though as it touches the levees and trees around it they slowly die screaming from the fires affection. The fires only will is to exist. As it burns it dances wildly for more in the hopes of lasting just a moment longer. But growing only means more must burn ever expanding and slowly dying with every embrace of a new fuel. Always alone since anything it touches turns to itself then ash. Forever in a state of perpetual expanding death. Te

                                  Orcish folk pride. An orc shaman speaks to Schriech of the ways of his kind. Before them lay a fire burning. Around them lay tents for the orc are a simple wandering folk. The tribe lived in a forest to the north with thick life and trees to be seen all around. The trees looked to be old, tall, sturdy as well. The wind blew softly as the night had just feel upon this land.  "Ground folk think orc man week of mind, but orc kind is strong of heart. We are kin of nature life. The mother gives us strength and in turn we fight for her in honor. Yes orc kind fight but we are not savages. Nature's way only so many c