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My back presses the stained wall
begging the blood to stop its silky flow.
I stroke the loosened feathers in the Broken Wing
Attempting to understand why they won’t stay in.
My head tilts back, gulping the tears
foaming over the cracked wall’s dust.
The corner’s warmth holds me like mother’s touch
Cold, despite his still-warm blood
dripping down my face
A few more feathers break free
landing heavily beside my glass-filled feet
left to the mercy of my recent Emperor’s cup.
The Broken Wing carves into our mixed blood
still unfolding in my lap’s curves
Blood finally clots in my nose
Bruised by his massive hand,
‘Why isn’t he breathing,’
I question as my tilted head lowers
From the dripping crimson ceiling
Into the shadowed lilies of The emperor’s dinner-wear
The artery’s snap dampens in my conscience,
with the fear of living slipping from my heart
as the red moon scathes my blacken eyes.
Stripped from the vapors of care
My breath weakens in the winter air
gently cooling the sweat across my chest
The numbing chill of blood on my face
Fades with my faith,
and purpose slips from the hull
where innocence once resided
in that small frail serving boy
Remembering how the blades passed
through his parent's throats
Horns buffet the hollow night sky
the guard's armor chatters near
My lazy gaze distills like the tepid pond water
with my hand stroking the stains on My Broken Wing
They intrude my ponders
cursing and demeaning everything I am
As their enraged eyes pass over the carcass
Silver whips the dust thick air
Clink!
Fiery vengeance fills my eyes
The armored dog gulps,
when my Broken Wing rises
parrying his Katana’s blade
and parting with another handful of feathers
His astonished face lingers as my legs straighten,
forcing more feathers to tumble down my tattered clothes
He questions as the emperor did "why,"
just as I parted his throat with
the full strength of determination
for my sole reply
The sword’s shaft clicks
in a thumb’s flick
A silent prayer folds into the child’s sneering smile
Draping fear in rolling waves like the sweat enveloping the guard’s face
Broken Wing rips from its casing
as the thirsting blade spreads from the fallen innocence
into their shock-enthralled skins.
begging the blood to stop its silky flow.
I stroke the loosened feathers in the Broken Wing
Attempting to understand why they won’t stay in.
My head tilts back, gulping the tears
foaming over the cracked wall’s dust.
The corner’s warmth holds me like mother’s touch
Cold, despite his still-warm blood
dripping down my face
A few more feathers break free
landing heavily beside my glass-filled feet
left to the mercy of my recent Emperor’s cup.
The Broken Wing carves into our mixed blood
still unfolding in my lap’s curves
Blood finally clots in my nose
Bruised by his massive hand,
‘Why isn’t he breathing,’
I question as my tilted head lowers
From the dripping crimson ceiling
Into the shadowed lilies of The emperor’s dinner-wear
The artery’s snap dampens in my conscience,
with the fear of living slipping from my heart
as the red moon scathes my blacken eyes.
Stripped from the vapors of care
My breath weakens in the winter air
gently cooling the sweat across my chest
The numbing chill of blood on my face
Fades with my faith,
and purpose slips from the hull
where innocence once resided
in that small frail serving boy
Remembering how the blades passed
through his parent's throats
Horns buffet the hollow night sky
the guard's armor chatters near
My lazy gaze distills like the tepid pond water
with my hand stroking the stains on My Broken Wing
They intrude my ponders
cursing and demeaning everything I am
As their enraged eyes pass over the carcass
Silver whips the dust thick air
Clink!
Fiery vengeance fills my eyes
The armored dog gulps,
when my Broken Wing rises
parrying his Katana’s blade
and parting with another handful of feathers
His astonished face lingers as my legs straighten,
forcing more feathers to tumble down my tattered clothes
He questions as the emperor did "why,"
just as I parted his throat with
the full strength of determination
for my sole reply
The sword’s shaft clicks
in a thumb’s flick
A silent prayer folds into the child’s sneering smile
Draping fear in rolling waves like the sweat enveloping the guard’s face
Broken Wing rips from its casing
as the thirsting blade spreads from the fallen innocence
into their shock-enthralled skins.
Literature
Hie Hence
Hie hence, lest ye be dispatched.
Literature
Voor jou
Ik wil alleen voor jou bestaan
de adem die ik adem is voor jou
hoeveel pijn je me ook doet
ik lijd alleen voor jou
elke val die ik maak
elke keer dat ik opsta
elke keer dat ik opgeef
ik doe het voor jou
Literature
ABOUT LACHLANWOLVES
NAME: LachlanWolves
Lachlan- (LOCK-lin)
Coming from the Gaelic word for Scandinavia, Lochlann, its meanings includes "from the land of lakes."
LachlanWolves come from a very interesting background. Like most animals they once where socialized and lived in colonies. But when a large storm came over Leith it changed the world forever. Bringing ruin over the lands, the Lachlan wolves retreated to cover in secluded groups. Some resorted to wetlands, where they passed away and became one with the land they resorted to. Every LachlanWolf Is a ghost of their past selves. Many features tell stories from their past (past fights, scars, rotting flesh,
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I tried to focus the sword as the ultimate innocence within the boy. As he sheds his symbolic feathers through the killing of greed and fear, he steps through the boundaries of his maturity.
-In this new version, I gave the boy a reason to perspire into a early adulthood by the slaughtering of his parents. I want the symbolism for the ultimate pain to not rest in the parent's actions (which I made sure to neglect to state) but in the punishment of the sun after the emperor had them killed.
-In this new version, I gave the boy a reason to perspire into a early adulthood by the slaughtering of his parents. I want the symbolism for the ultimate pain to not rest in the parent's actions (which I made sure to neglect to state) but in the punishment of the sun after the emperor had them killed.
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Wow
from an excellent piece to a breath-taking piece in two weeks.
I'm really impressed with this work. It's a definate !
Brilliant hun!
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When the going gets good, the good bites you on the ass.
Grow your own dope - plant a politician!
from an excellent piece to a breath-taking piece in two weeks.
I'm really impressed with this work. It's a definate !
Brilliant hun!
--
When the going gets good, the good bites you on the ass.
Grow your own dope - plant a politician!