Some Poetry I wrote in 20 min.I take a look at the night skyLooking for the stars and the moon.The clouds are black, with dark mouths sighSighing with sadness for the soon.The night is corrupted by sinShadowed by its own violence.It sleeps in its own garbage binWaiting for the chance for penance.The moon is obscured by hatredClouds pumping from the factories.The stars are gone in the sad redSmoke blacking out their purities.But I can see, far away thatThere is some goodness in the sky.It's few and far between in thatSome purity that cannot die.That purity is hard to findBut don't worry, it is still there.The bloody rains that we are bindEven that can't snuff it from here.Poisonous, we are to this earthNothing we've done has helped it out.But if we can reach that happy berthWe may be saved by that good lout.
[Dark Souls] The Pyromancer's Fate"This is my lot in life. This is the price for my folly."Those were the words that Quelana thought to herself at every opportunity. They reminded her of how she abandoned her sisters, and left them to be transformed by the wretched beast that they had conjured. Now, she sits outside of her domain, in the wretched swamps of Blighttown. One day, they will surely find her, and when they do, they will drag her back and force her to share the form of the other witches, or simply tear her throat out on the spot.And so, she waited for that day to happen. That was all that she could do at that point. This she told herself every hour of every day.Being the mother of pyromancy, her knowledge of the craft surpassed those of the other sisters. This they surely know, and it is this fact as to why they would eventually come to seek her. However, that same knowledge may also have been why they had yet to confront her, lest they feel the full force of her wrath. Even with her power, though, she kne