ShadowArchangel

Prologue 2: Of the Titan's Anger and Hatred Lightning crosses the sky lighting the rough sea surface. The wind roars causing unforgiving waves to sail across the water. Mixed with the water, pieces of wood that was part of a bigger ship strengthen the waves as they hit the side of a cliff. Along with the wood and water, the bodies of the passengers flowed with the rage of the ocean. Some of them still tried to resist the force that took them ever close to the wall. Among the bodies, He fought for his survival. He wasn't expecting the storm to crash his vessel, but after all this years, no mere storm would stop him. He saw the cliff moving c

The man took a sip of the ale. "It was beautiful" He waves his hand in a chopping motion downwards towards a loaf of bread sitting on a plate. "They were everywhere. Those damn Devas. I have seen cows being cut for food! I have seen hunters skinning their hunt! But these devas. They just slaughtered the remaining survivors. Ruthless, and filled with a controlled rage." He takes a big sip from his drink and smacks it down on the bar with a sigh, with some ale still dripping from his beard. "But us! The Federation still fought. We stayed together. I was on the back ranks, trying my best to keep them in one piece. I even felt how my own life wa

"Just… concentrate, and imagine your blood leaving through your fingertips and forming a solid sphere in front of you" a tall bearded man tells the young teenager next to him. The sun hits the man's brown hair causing it to turn a shade of caramel. He looks to the front and raises his scepter. Strands quickly form around his arm and concentrate on the tip of the scepter, and just like that, a sphere of orange solid light forms. It falls to the ground with a clank, matching the almost mirror like polish of the surface. "It's not easy father… especially when I don't have a scepter of my own" the teenager holds his hands up front, for

As it goes that day turns into night, Thoughts turn into dreams. But sometimes, for very special people, These thoughts become nightmares. As it goes, a boy, with not many years of experience In this field of expertise. Had a very big problem. His sleep would never come! But the nightmares would. What a predicament the boy had. The boy laid in the middle of his bed, Inside his fort of cotton. For those who dream, there are no noises or sounds. But for this boy, who couldn't sleep, The night was full of them. The rattle of the tails. The scratching of the claws. The crunching of fangs. And the sound of his prayers. Not rea

"The voice that breaks serenity"       The cottage was built in a small valley between two lush green forests. A brown path was formed by human's hand through the forests. At this time of the year, the green of the forests was the highlight compared to the dull colors of the small cottage. Made of wood and stones, with small windows enough for the light to break into the house during the mornings as the sun raised. The humble cottage is contradicted by the car parked to a side of the brown dirt road. The price of the car could surely pay for the entire surrounding land. Birds whistle in the background, and some are seen flying above the tre

Poem 1 A drop falls Awaken from a Dream for the time has come So that you fall too Poem 2 Fear has More To hope For Poem 3 My knife carves an opening in my mind The truth slips and breaks in That mist in my eye is harshly removed I see my surroundings, I am enclosed For I now understand where I stand I open my mouth to speak lies. Poem 4 Knocking at my door tonight The ancient sun come to stare at my dark soul Nothing to fear, I fight alone Poem 5 Open my heart Insert your memories and now, begone Poem 6 I am           | am I             | Yet Desiring Confused    | Desiring        | You Yet Desiring| you, confused

poem 1 A silence crawled to my wound It slithers and hides inside Gaining power and consuming my heat Cold      is         more               now,                      Than               my         long      gone Love Poem 2 I think Therefor I harm. and I harm so other's feel alive. Poem 3 For Hate: I hunger your loving pation Desire the dark salute And your ability to stay Carved, burned, scared into each other's heart -Love Poem 4 for Love: I envy your partnership, never alone since you are always to misunderstood Causing eternal angst and suffering -Hate Poem 5 I Fear Those Feelings That are.

Twilight dances with autumn's night sky Forever changing the time's dream Angel's crying in remorse of a strange illusion Mind your tears sweat dark hour For it will see the day to forgive us Demons and Gods see us farewell It is time to see through the well Of Darkness and Water of cleansing voyage Elements forgetting how to exist I shall wait to see a day, a complete day Time and Years, montly disguises of Lore I shall wait to see everything gone for more Cry for me, it's that time again To complete my misery with pain

Fire Claimed Anger with sword in hand Hatred climbed the tower in seek of the princess Treason grinned how Love cried with despair and They all fested upon Demise Hatred saw and couldn't believe And with Anger went and flee Treason laughed with total control and Fire, waited, patiently waited Hatred rose to Treason's Quarters Only to see lillies in autumn and decaying night wishes Emotions in confusion created a fearytale one day Funny, it was the same as those that end well

I lay with all my training here That last sound of river near Has it been days? Years? mere seconds The wind blows through the cherry blossom zephyr like a man's touch through woman's bossom What a nice and sincere moment to see reality The real color of this cherry blossoms Their pink is not true, their white is not pure My love goes through my sword, nomore