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Mouseheart_the_warrior
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Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2007 @ 06:15pm
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Arrows pierce into the night,
heralders of the dusk,
twilight streams across the land,
dragging with it, slumber.
All night I run, free at last!
Free form physical form!
My soul runs free with the pack I chose,
Loyalty, we are your namesake.
But once again my heart yearns,
For the challenges of the physical realm.
so once again, I am REBORN!
To face my perils, alone.
Tonight I sing, oh glorious tune!
upon the winds of fate,
I reach the skies in my haste,
and plummet to my doom.
~I guess This one is kind of about why I am here THIS time, and I know this life is going to suck.~
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Mouseheart_the_warrior
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 @ 02:48am
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My soul is like a black rose, beauty in it's darkness, leading the hearts of men into it's depths, luring them away from the light of hope, of truth. Then the thorns pierce their skin, forcing their tendrils around them, forcing the thorns in deeper, making their hearts bleed. I lead them to their own deaths. I see their spirit shrivel and die. I have seen the light with you, and now my soul has become a white rose, but it still has the thorns of the past, willing to kill those who deserve it. The pain the hate, it's all still there. But now there is hope, and at the end of the clouded tunnel, I see a light stronger than that of the sun, it is you.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 @ 11:48pm
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My heart is a flutter,
and as it dances in the sun,
I feel I need to run,
free as the wind, free as the rain.
I watch the sunlight dance across your face,
then my own crinkles up into a smile,
My walls are broken, tumbling down,
falling, as the sun comes out,
I see the rainbow, my treasure is at it's end,
it is you Kyuubi, coming towards me,
All I have to do is wait.
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Mouseheart_the_warrior
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Mouseheart_the_warrior
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Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2007 @ 02:14am
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I dunno why, but I need to write this down.
Seeds of splendor,
seeds of death,
one is planted,
one is kept,
which is better,
for the world?
will you give it,
will you hold?
*This poem means that if you keep the death-seed, you will die, but keep the rest of the world alive and happy, the opposite has opposite results. Are you willing to save the world?
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Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2007 @ 02:08am
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Hearken! I hear,
the falling of a tear,
the drop of a pin,
while my mind spins,
I begin to get dizzy,
I see black,
that is all, black hole.
Darkness overcoming,
Death is everywhere,
Dragons are slain,
while we maul and maime,
we see no other,
We see red.
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