Poem

I had hoped these feelings would remain in the  past,

They keep on tormenting me,

How much more will they last?

She seemed like everything to me,

But I am committed,

What would it be?

I ding my belongings with frustration,

This confuses me more,

Who would have thought

That it would come to this

That a woman would come into my life

Like you.

Everynight I lie awake,

Because I think of you,

I know my love is not fake,

I know it to be true.

One day, your arms will possess me,

One day, you will ask for my hand,

One day, the ring will be shining,

In the sun as we walk through the sand.

One day, romance will caress me,

One day, the church bells will chime,

And we will go cruising together forever

For the love of my dreams will be mine.

Inviting - exciting – emotion.

She sits at the desk, it's a quarter to midnight

She's been drinking, two, three, perhaps she's used the same glass more than once

It's nothing but a pile of wax, the candle's burned to the bottom

Cheap ink, it dries too fast to correct, it will crack if you roll the parchment up

We're just dust you know... little flecks of dust swept around by the winds of hate. Wind and hate are a lot alike you know? They're both blind, they don't care which way they go, who they run into. They just keep going and going and going until there is nothing left to carry their momentum.

We were about to run out of momentum, the hateful wind was about to calm into stagnant air...

Then Deathwing came, with his dark, great black wings spread over all of Azeroth. He beat them with his all of his gathered might and the winds roared up again into a giant twister, a tornado of the grandest proportions. Us, the dust... the millions of little specks on a giant magnificent world was picked up by this storm of hate and many of us cheered! Hundreds upon thousands of us roared with the lust of a fresh battle at our feet. The sand swirling around in the hateful wind blinded a lot of us.

Oh, but what is it, to feast on love?

To feast on life?

To gaze on high?

To gaze above?

But, of all my ecstasy...

Of all my pain, and agony...

One simple delight, fills my heart.

The apple, red, and bright.

'Tis such a... Delicious treat.

Crunchy, and smooth

Bitter, or sweet.

The way it shines in the light

Like a woman's teeth, before the ending night.

The way red skin.

The gentle drip.

Drip, drip, drip...

The way it tastes, upon my tongue.

Like the chorus of a funeral is sung.

Watch it ooze, watch it drip.

From my jagged dagger tip.

The life always fades, their eyes always dull.

'Tis but a sweet, gentle song.

Click and clatter

Pit and patter

'Ware those hives,

And cut the chatter!

Ready knives,

And prep to scatter!

(( Not sure where else to post this. But it is RP-related....It's a song I wrote...composed, sang..and accompanied myself. I wanted to share it with you guys. It's a little personal for me to do this, but, I'd like to share it, and see what the community thinks. So, here we go. The YouTube link.

It's a song called "Promise You."

Dedicated to my dear friend. <3 you!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4pSUk5pMjzQ

))

These are the lyrics to a song I wrote, dedicated to Talth and Sabariel. As soon as it's done, I'd love to post the song here to see what you guys think. =)

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Promise You

You used to just watch

The others live their lives.

Well now that I'm here

You don't have to cry.

And I wanted you to know, I'll be there now.

I promise you.

Sometimes I look at you and I look into your eyes,
I notice the way you think about me with a smile,
Curved lips you just can't disguise anymore
I know we'll do this for a while.

Lead me to a better place,

A place inside my soul.

I'll always comfort you,

You make me whole.

And I wanted you to know,

I'll be there now.

I promise you.

The first; a dark jungle morning,

your cries never heard,

your face cold as a stone's.

Tonight; a cool ocean breeze,

his body warm against me hands,

his eyes like lidded gems.

Our people are steeped in Blood and Sin

but there are those rare few

                    gifted

with this

                   small redemption.

I am not one.

Amara Niall wrote this poem atop Thoradin's Wall after the initial engagement of the Battle of Heavret's Folly. It was left unfinished after a sudden attack, and he could not bring himself to finish the poetic account after the further events of that battle.

It's only three hours 'till dawn
I've slept, but lightly
The battle ahead
I can't stay resting
Will I soon be dead?

It's only two hours 'till dawn
All my armor is girded
My weapon is sharp
My shield brightly polished
My nerves sing like a harp

It's only an hour 'till dawn
I rouse my men from their rest
Brothers in arms, brothers in death
Today we march into hell
No glory to win, just another man's wealth

I watch the bloody red dawn
Our company marches
The road's dust is choking
Hours to travel before battle is met
This light excercise is nothing

It's only one hour past dawn

((Just a poem I decided to try and write today at work kind of concerning Janiil's history before WoW. Not really indepth, hopefully I'm not to cliche with it. Its pretty much a free verse poem that doesn't really follow any patterns as far as I know. I would appreciate feedback if you read it since i don't tend to write poems often.))

One side of the mirror,

Highborne by birth.

With a knack for spellcasting

Handmaiden of her light of lights.

From The Journal of Heidel Duskember Sunrunner:

I showed her no shame.

Perhaps I should have shown it?

Matters of our clothes,

and matters of our bodies,

we find shame in these

with all the world but one soul.

One soul completes me.

Her soul is ruby, amber,

sapphire; all beauty.

What does she see in my soul?

Does she see darkness?

Darkness I have aplenty.

But no shame before

one as dark inside as me.

The fire of my soul

shared her body, her name, all

freely with me, but

still the fear keeps us apart.

Should I be the moon,

since she is the sun to me?

I would reflect her,

her light shining forth from me.

Yet the moon cannot

share the sky with precious sun.

Love unexpected
Found amid constant turmoil
Joins us together
Just as rings and tight-clasped hands
Now, with these words, I thee wed

Shari stood on the stage and looked around.  The great Opera House of Karazhan surrounded her; one tiny figure standing before an audience that had no more free will than the performers on stage.  Their lives were no less scripted then if a playwright had taken set them down in ink as well.

The quiet of the room gave the feeling of a peaceful lack of movement, but mere moments earlier this very platform was filled with life, and the sounds of battle.  It had been a battle, like all battles, where a moment's slip could have seen those that depended on her dead.

Shari half-turned to look at Saphrona beside her, the two of them being the sole remaining living creatures left in the room.  The rest had departed for home, or adventures in another place.

"Imagine this, Saph, back when it was new." Shari said, sweeping her eyes across the room.

((Elegantly written Elvish scripted on a letter from one Keiran Blacksong to Kharris Dawndancer))

Did you feel the gravity

Calling us?

Our fingers twine in twilight

The stars colliding

Did you see them shining

Just for us?

We were not made for here

This world leaves us nude

And un-satisfied.

Speak to me in the light of the candle

I was made to listen for you.

Speak to me in the light of the moon

I was made to hold for you.

Speak to me in the light of the dawn

I was made for you.

[ Continued from here. ] 

It's morning now, and i'm not quite sure why i'm writing this down. 

My fingers trace over the edge of my gown.

She's still asleep, my eyes dance over her.

Any louder and i'll surely cause her to wake, or stir.

There are few worse things, in a lonely age
That to see only benefits in a gilded cage
And to not see the difference from before
When some came in, not just out the door
And the character, subject of the prior page
Departs alone, without smile or rage
Leaving lives behind diminished
And stories to remain unfinished