"The city of Azarad. How people shuttered at the mere sound of the name. This place isn't what we had envisioned when we left our fair city, Tyndria. This city had a foul stench over the place, almost like some deceitful act was taking place somewhere at every minute," said Finriod Elgrim to his companions, Quinn Inglorion, and Acitcra Atanos. The companions nodded in agreement, hands not leaving there blades on there belt. It was dusk, and there was many eyes glaring out of the shadows. The city seemed bad enough during the daylight, but while it was dark, the air of hostility was higher, and more thick. They had to keep on constant guard,
What does chaos look like? Chaos looks like the modern world, people running amok without a care in the world for his fellow man. What does chaos sound like? chaos sound like the absence of sound. It sounds too like the screaming and yelling of people out of control and the questions of homeless people for a few spare change fall to deaf ears to the wealthy snobs of today's society. What does chaos smell like? Chaos smells like the putrid air of today. It smells like mercury from the blood of someone who had there neck slashed over some insignificant event.
Darkness Supresses me
Images lunge out of the Shadows
This infernal darkness flows into my heart
Making me fearful
There snickering smiles and evil laughter frighten me
I reach out to touch one of there faces
To my suprise
This isnt My imagination
It is Real
Im traped in this neverending void
No escape
No light
In this darkness there are no Friends
Ownly foes
These fiends have the faces of my supposed friends
In the middle of this chaos
I see a glowing face
It is my Lucifer
Like a grain of sand in this ocean of darkness
I focus on the Face
It is me
What does chaos look like? Chaos looks like the modern world, people running amok without a care in the world for his fellow man. What does chaos sound like? chaos sound like the absence of sound. It sounds too like the screaming and yelling of people out of control and the questions of homeless people for a few spare change fall to deaf ears to the wealthy snobs of today's society. What does chaos smell like? Chaos smells like the putrid air of today. It smells like mercury from the blood of someone who had there neck slashed over some insignificant event.
"The city of Azarad. How people shuttered at the mere sound of the name. This place isn't what we had envisioned when we left our fair city, Tyndria. This city had a foul stench over the place, almost like some deceitful act was taking place somewhere at every minute," said Finriod Elgrim to his companions, Quinn Inglorion, and Acitcra Atanos. The companions nodded in agreement, hands not leaving there blades on there belt. It was dusk, and there was many eyes glaring out of the shadows. The city seemed bad enough during the daylight, but while it was dark, the air of hostility was higher, and more thick. They had to keep on constant guard,
How To Impress A Date by PantheraTygress, literature
Literature
How To Impress A Date
The time has finally come. My poor, loveless friend is going on a date with that special someone that he's had his eye on for quite some time. Both eyes, in fact. Being the wonderful friend that I am, I have prepared a fool-proof guide of how to impress a date of the female species.
In preparing for the date, there are a few simple rules that one must remember. First, it is highly recommended that you do not wash. As strange as it sounds, if there is one thing a girl cannot stand, it's a male who reeks of freshness and after-shave. So don't bother showering. Second, never arrive on time to pick her up, girls hate it when guys are punctual. I
Take my hand and pull me
From this river
Of passing moments
It's so easy to drown
In lost time
Let me rest against
A rock and watch as
Time passes me by
And lost moments
Float down the past
I weep as I watch
These silver moments
Of life trickle away
Time not spent laughing
Time not spent loving
I was too afraid
Of drowning
A flood of passing moments
Took you under
Drowning you
In time lost
I see your pale corpse
So exquisitely preserved
As if embedded in ice
Flawless skin carved from ivory
And fragile lips tinged blue
No sign of life
In your sleeping eyes
So out of reach
Beneath this glassy surface
Time that will
Never fade
Your form so
Perfectly frozen in
This flooded river
An idyllic silhouette
In a world of
Decaying shadows
Infinite beauty
Unravished by time
Forever remaining
In an icy casket