the next time you see him
you will look as if there is a splendid sun
burning under your skin.
you will smoulder
like the goddesses that came before you.
you will not be cold
or vengeful
or bitter or weak.
your laugh will sound like rain on the window pain
your words will be soft
......
I am the echo of your wants,
a whisper you can’t chase.
And when you reach for me,
I’m gone—like smoke you can't erase.
I've got some tricks tucked up my sleeve.
I've become someone I hate.
If you're drawn to pain, come closer—
I’ll hand you all my weight.
......
In the afterlife the creatures that
gathered around him
asked, “Why did you do it? Why
did you jump in
front of that train?”
He shrugged. “Life wasn’t
worth living anymore. And I wanted
revenge.”
......
Brewing tea, shadowed by the trust in our faith,
bruised from your fist, beware the bite of my wraith.
(from Kwoa's ~naive~ World Trip
https://effycreations.com/kwoas-world-trip/)
This time I blew it, I really blew it
First lost us the House, now the Senate’s gone too,
I'm caught in a spiral, that I'll admit,
Not sure where to turn, not sure what to do.
I'm convinced I was cheated,
The election was mine,
I was sorely mistreated
They'll see that in time.
......
Now, after being reborn,
the knight wished for only one thing—
to meet the princess again.
In the heat of his hatred,
he challenged the prince
to a duel.
The outcome was already carved in fate;
there was no chance the prince
could stand against the knight.
......
Out of the ashes of the knight,
a creature forged in hatred was born—
a being carved from the knight’s
regret, sorrow, love, and rage.
He rose to rewrite destiny,
to bend the threads of fate,
born from a single burning thought:
to win the heart of the princess.
......
I am the echo of your wants,
a whisper you can’t chase.
And when you reach for me,
I’m gone—like smoke you can't erase.
I've got some tricks tucked up my sleeve.
I've become someone I hate.
If you're drawn to pain, come closer—
I’ll hand you all my weight.
......
Empty the soul that does not feel
Eternally banished for his crimes
Killer of few, pained the many
Connected to few, pained already
Supporter of one, only you
Dragged you down a path of doom
Same the one i followed
Releasing too late
......
the next time you see him
you will look as if there is a splendid sun
burning under your skin.
you will smoulder
like the goddesses that came before you.
you will not be cold
or vengeful
or bitter or weak.
your laugh will sound like rain on the window pain
your words will be soft
......