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Be My Downfall
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Ongoing, First published Sep 19, 2023
Mature
A tale untold 
An folded truth;
Can love be redeemed when awfully sealed
Of such tragic end?

Once thought pure
But with a darken core.
Once surreal
Doomed to fail.

How can it be one good will
When hearts were crashed like nothing to deal,
Should love be planned and use?
Inorder for what is said to be should !

A tale unfold,
Truth untold;
In war both sides can't deal with care,
Love should not bound enemies present there...

Bounded souls will forever last
And one to defile should go to vast,
The story goes as the sun did rise
As constant as the shining stars !!!

Bounded...
Can't be changed...
Rewritten fates
Destiny repeats.

Chose your side ;
Wrong or right,
Power or heart,
What one sought or just...










~ AND SHE FALLS TO HIS SIDE KNOWING THAT THERE'S NOTHING TO FIGHT.

~ AND HE FALL FROM HIS SEAT AS THE THOUGHT OF LOSING HER WAS BEAT.

~THEY FALL SIDE BY SIDE, SWORD PIERCED RIGHT IN THE HEART, VANISH TO VAST AS JUST DUST.
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Completed Rain paints anger and fear; dressing desire and the temptation to distinguish the faintest of lights, the brightest of suns, and the most innocent of insolence; Rain paints distress; an unwilling jeopardy that killed the most burning desires, flushed the greatest of loves and shut the somber love songs away, graceful chaos that authors hoax. Oh, but Rain paints hope; a yielding feeling in one's chest, a fleeting lullaby that once set innocence to sleep will now ponder to wake the light it once ousted, it burns the faith of hope alive, the hope that the rain too shall past, this too shall wither with the wind. Rain paints memories; each seed trickling, lingering on porcelain skins, a fleeting flash of images that cost a life. So I call the heavens, the ones that sent the pouring grace of rain among mortals; I question, is this the faintest pain we are to suffer from, or is this the greatest glory you have blessed the masses? If it was a blessing, set this mind at peace, aid this soul to rest... just as the memories we made flatter rotten, of the ones forgotten.