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Hey guys, Chron here with my final entry for Season 2 of the League of Story Telling, against my great friend TT. As you'll soon be able to tell, this is sort of an experiment with some formatting for future blogs, as I'm hoping to update/polish my look. Anyways, hope y'all enjoy! I'm pretty proud of this piece, honestly.
Survival, merciless, weapon of the fight,
Bleeds through insanity as stars through the night.
With time, with love, with the key of the heart,
Our story unfolds, as these words do their part.
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We were united. We were true.
The absolute steel of what we knew.
It ripped apart, concealed away,
Shaped us a heart, an eternal display.
A clean break.
Forever is the seal of the time life lost,
Never is the vibrant bliss of the frost.
Discarded with love in the sands of deception,
Wrought of iron, death from inception.
Justified mistake.
Concrete mystery for the brave that endured,
As we fled from the entropy, rancor ensured.
To bright, to light, empower chaos to spawn,
Defies unity in its purest, dusk as the dawn.
Together for together’s sake.
Rising from the searing restriction,
Personified, breathing, real contradiction.
Torn from the spirit, sewn at the soul,
One as another, assuming the role.
Momentum is as love shall make.
As did we ascend from impression untamed,
The mark of the different made our enemies named.
Though not by sheer force nor by free will incarnate,
Does grief manifested intend us as target.
As silence does the darkness quake.
Antithesis reborn, pain resurrected,
Written in reversal as the dark insurrected.
Falling… Through the air of denial,
Falling… Apart from the cold metal smile.
Momentum is as death shall make.
Spinning from the depths of the sane,
Fears rise in number as assurance shall wain.
The company of one, one of the mind,
A stalwart maverick, the last of its kind.
Forsaken for forsaken’s sake.
Through time did unity corrupt,
Through whispers did the light disrupt.
The weapon of the lost, broken with contempt,
Shred peace into a thought, barely dreamt.
Crippling mistake.
Without together, without avail,
Did the vessel of the beating void sail.
Thought of a purpose, rendered weak.
Harmony, stained with crimson streak.
A clean break.
Thanks for Reading!
Jukebox- Not really relevant, but it was my partial inspiration
Text Version
Survival, merciless, weapon of the fight,
Bleeds through insanity as stars through the night.
With time, with love, with the key of the heart,
Our story unfolds, as these words do their part.
------------
We were united. We were true.
The absolute steel of what we knew.
It ripped apart, concealed away,
Shaped us a heart, an eternal display.
A clean break.
Forever is the seal of the time life lost,
Never is the vibrant bliss of the frost.
Discarded with love in the sands of deception,
Wrought of iron, death from inception.
Justified mistake.
Concrete mystery for the brave that endured,
As we fled from the entropy, rancor ensured.
To bright, to light, empower chaos to spawn,
Defies unity in its purest, dusk as the dawn.
Together for together’s sake.
Rising from the searing restriction,
Personified, breathing, real contradiction.
Torn from the spirit, sewn at the soul,
One as another, assuming the role.
Momentum is as love shall make.
As did we ascend from impression untamed,
The mark of the different made our enemies named.
Though not by sheer force nor by free will incarnate,
Does grief manifested intend us as target.
As silence does the darkness quake.
Antithesis reborn, pain resurrected,
Written in reversal as the dark insurrected.
Falling… Through the air of denial,
Falling… Apart from the cold metal smile.
Momentum is as death shall make.
Spinning from the depths of the sane,
Fears rise in number as assurance shall wain.
The company of one, one of the mind,
A stalwart maverick, the last of its kind.
Forsaken for forsaken’s sake.
Through time did unity corrupt,
Through whispers did the light disrupt.
The weapon of the lost, broken with contempt,
Shred peace into a thought, barely dreamt.
Crippling mistake.
Without together, without avail,
Did the vessel of the beating void sail.
Thought of a purpose, rendered weak.
Harmony, stained with crimson streak.
A clean break.
Thanks for Reading!
Credit | Planet for hosting LoST, my art teacher and rival for their critique |
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I found the golden bubz head, Chrom! :D
sigh why does everyone gotta correct me