Some Poetry I wrote in 20 min.I take a look at the night sky
Looking for the stars and the moon.
The clouds are black, with dark mouths sigh
Sighing with sadness for the soon.
The night is corrupted by sin
Shadowed by its own violence.
It sleeps in its own garbage bin
Waiting for the chance for penance.
The moon is obscured by hatred
Clouds pumping from the factories.
The stars are gone in the sad red
Smoke blacking out their purities.
But I can see, far away that
There is some goodness in the sky.
It's few and far between in that
Some purity that cannot die.
That purity is hard to find
But don't worry, it is still there.
The bloody rains that we are bind
Even that can't snuff it from here.
Poisonous, we are to this earth
Nothing we've done has helped it out.
But if we can reach that happy berth
We may be saved by that good lout.
Fifteen Days: Chapter 10-PoemChapter 10
Waking up near midnight, I noticed that the spear had some writings in Arian carved into it.
The Perfection of Nothing
Thee have taken upon this spear
A great challenge that will cause pain.
We hope you will find a great cheer
When this spear smites those who wish feign.
This spear is thane now, its burden
Now thrust into thy soul's chasm.
Take it, and kill those that harken
To Demons' great voices' flotsam.
Thee are the one, destroyer of
Those who destroy other's fancy.
They are the enemy, above
All who stand in thy fantasy.
We will bring back those who have lost.
Do not worry for those who have gone.
No one has more power than cost.
Their lives will pay the bargain's tone.
Take thy spear, take thy hands and grace.
Smite those who are ill in passion.
Take us, Chuuritsu, and then face
Face those who are only ashen.
- Chuuritsu, Spear of Nothing
Fifteen Days: Chapter 9Chapter 9
I held Mono's hands away from her throat, and in a few seconds, her pain subsided. She no longer struggled to reach for her neck, and now the only evidence of the pain was the deep cuts from her fingernails and the dried blood. I pulled her over to the sink, and turned on the water.
Running my hand through the liquid, I rubbed away the blood on Mono's neck. I then took out a bottle of sanitization fluid and cleaned out the wounds. Throwing open the medicine cabinet, I took out some gauze and began to wrap it around her neck. Tearing off the end, I moved her back to the hotel room's couch.
Mono held one hand to her neck, and I sat across from her, wondering what had happened. I heard her breath, harsh and coarse, flowing through her, and noticed the bandages slowly being coated with blood. Every time she breathed out, a small amount of blood would release.
"Mono, on a level of one to ten," I began. "How much does it hurt?"
She held up her hands, and showed me seven. I sat back
Fifteen Days: Chapter 8Chapter 8
I woke up in my cell, and as I opened my eyes, all the walls pulsed with white markings. I blinked, and the markings receded into my arms. The room was black; I could see nothing. I reached for a lamp, and when I touched it, the same markings that covered my arms and the walls earlier cover it.
I drew back, and let the room return to darkness. I had heard, long ago, that being in the dark without light is better than being in the dark with one. If you can't see your enemies, if you don't have a light, at least they can't see you. I sat in the darkness, trying to get my eyes to adjust to it. My eyesight stayed the same, and I supposed I would be fine being able to see.
I covered my body with the designs, and looked around my room. I immediately noticed that this isn't, in fact, my room. I was surrounded by darkness, and I projected the designs outward to find a wall. I started to infuse the ground with my light, and I watched as tribal designs covered the floor.
I looked aroun
Fifteen Days: Chapter 7Chapter 7
When I turned around again, it was not a person who greeted me, but a wall. Kris had disappeared. He left behind all of his friends, and me, just to journey out alone. I looked down, and knew he told us to get ready just for him to go. My dress looked darker, as if the blue of the sky now reflected its color.
I beckoned everyone to go, and that I would finish, sending them all to their rooms for rest. I knocked on Lin's door, and she opened it sleepily. Lin rubbed her eyes, and slowly followed me back into the breakfast room. The house seemed so much quieter without all of the servants milling about.
"Sarah," Lin grumbled. "What's up?"
"Kris is gone," I said, looking at her sadly. "He left us on his own. I don't know where he went or when."
"W-Why?" Lin's eyes looked dull, as if I had just drained all their color.
"I don't know, all I know is that he left while we were packing. He may have head for a place to think, but he hasn't come back and took the ion cannon with him."