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(Who remembers?)
Wielder of the gleaming blade,
He cleaves the devious limb,
Which grasps at nothing.
(Who rebuilds?)
Wielder of the flashing bullet,
He blots the murderous eye,
Which beholds the darkness.
(Who comes back stronger?)
Wielder of the dreadful light,
He scars the treacherous skull,
Which stigmatizes all aspect.
Wielder of the gleaming blade,
He cleaves the devious limb,
Which grasps at nothing.
(Who rebuilds?)
Wielder of the flashing bullet,
He blots the murderous eye,
Which beholds the darkness.
(Who comes back stronger?)
Wielder of the dreadful light,
He scars the treacherous skull,
Which stigmatizes all aspect.
Literature
No Salvation for the Tainted | Mortal Kombat
The journey to the Temple of Elements was perilous at the best of times – to say nothing of the gods who lived within it – but for a Cryomancer who was once a denizen of the vilest bowels of the Netherrealm, the cold weather and whistling wind of the Himalayas were mildly irritating at best. Narrowing his dark blue eyes, he spotted a grey circular stone door at the bottom of a snowy cliff and nearly sighed in relief. This time around, he had no Map to guide him except for the one he could recall from memory. Had it failed him today, the long journey would have been for naught.
The first time he was here, he was known as Sub-Z
Literature
Bleed My Sorrow
After 4 years, I finally caved. Steel slides into skin, I bleed my sorrow out. The anxiety, the pain, the constant tears. I couldn't handle it. I might not have been able to choose him,l but he was important to me. I may be a monster, but he was my light within the dark. He may hate me, but he will always be in my thoughts. He may have replaced me, but our memories I will always cherish. He may have banished me, but I will always watch over him from a distance. He may not know, but he will always have a piece of me. ~DarkBlueWaters~ December 17, 2019
Literature
Mortal/Immortal
I offered you the rest of my life.
It seemed so little compared to yours,
and yet you accepted it.
But when you told me
you loved me best as I was,
not as you were,
you didn’t mean my time.
My meager years were far too thin for you.
You had to fill them all
with everything you thought a life should hold.
To take us everywhere you wanted us to have gone,
you drove my fragile engine
faster than it was ever built to go.
You stuffed my time to bursting
and struck every match I had
so that I wouldn’t miss a single sight.
Now, you stand over me
and wonder
why I lie here
far too quickly
broken
empty
and
burnt out.
Why did you leave
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