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
[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