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HEL
Ungrounded, floating on the whispers of a memory,
Secretly kindling the tantrums of one’s victory.
Faint yet chaotic render of pure rage tapping, striking,
A symphony of fire, a sonata of the land burning.
Hel is thy mistress, ruling the maddening underworld,
Leisure in your rotting vessel, a ritual for the undefeated Gods.
Hel, gazing upon your flesh, your tormented world.
Calling upon thy reclining faith from a river following the odds.
Yet still ungrounded, still balancing on the edge of a ripping tapestry.
An emblazing relic digging in your palm, between blood and atrophy,
Runic treasures and charms hidden under your broken armor,
Hailing her Cimmerian name, at last lifting the valiant Hammer.
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We Died Here..
It ended here. And I would've loved you forever, but forever came sooner than we ever could've imagined.
I couldn't take you down with me. You were my first, and now I'll be your last.
The beginning of the end happened here.
I can see the outline of your body buried in the ceiling,
As the windows begin to run red.
I miss the touch of your hand against my skin,
Even when it was always only cold.
I was just never any good at killing this feeling, so I hid it in the floor.
Now I feel you watch me from the walls.
The ghost of your breath sends shivers down my neck.
You whispered to me as I slept, "Forever is where it all goes wrong."
It echoes
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Best Friends Last Well Beyond the Seasons
There is a comfort in the way that wisps of air tickle the underside of golden leaves. They will hover for a moment, before their soft movements bring them towards the ground. Laughter is gilded along Autumn's lips as she looks at her brother. Fall laughs with her, painting her a masterpiece by flecking red and yellow onto leaves. Their footsteps fold breezes against lakes, their calm waters ripple into smiles. A flare of color topples over their heads as Autumn whispers feathery lullabies to the grass. Fall is braiding daylilies and dahlias into his sister's hair, dandelions wreathing their feet. Excitement is bubbling within his eyes as he
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The Nature of Leadership
My friends,
I come before you as a Captain, but one who has learned from the ways of the past. I address you now to speak both of myself and of the belief that I hold for the future. We are humans, creatures of free thought and free speech. We gather in groups, connecting with those who are like-minded. We form these bonds because it is impossible for us to live alone, but even then, we think and act as freely for that is the gift of our being.
Yet even such gifts can be abused at times. Often we do not realise that the weight that our tongue may be enough to sink another in grief. Each word that we speak must be chosen carefully, for the p
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huh.
This actually almost perfectly translates into the epic poetry format the Norse used to immortalize their pantheon.
Also, no one remembers poor Hel, doomed to die forever.
Your meter is wonderful. Your rhyming is scintillating.
This actually almost perfectly translates into the epic poetry format the Norse used to immortalize their pantheon.
Also, no one remembers poor Hel, doomed to die forever.
Your meter is wonderful. Your rhyming is scintillating.