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Stormy CloudsNot a drizzle or a dropStormy Clouds by ~DarkHeartLace
Just a storm that will never stop...
Wet dreams brew
and hope does too.
Will these heavenly godly tears,
wash away
these cold long years?
Shall they wash away all our woe?
Cleanse the defective head to toe?
Sweet fragile whisper
the rain silently sleeps...
Taking along all aspiration
this crushed soul weeps.
Wishing for the day
a flood wipes us all away
along with our fears and our
old
weary
tears.
TemptedPitiful tears from the horrifying pain that endures you.Tempted by ~DarkHeartLace
I resist the urge to wipe them off...
Your captivated with loneliness, although you're surrounded by human.
Wish I could accompany you, but that I shall not...
Refusing to call yourself human, you blink back your tears.
I am the one not human...
You've wandered through life without a set of eyes to look up to.
Or a hand to reach up to. Nor a shoulder to lean on to.
And I'm the one at fault...
Perhaps this way of living has made you think that you don't need someone to depend on.
What is this feeling... that I should teach you the opposite?
Contrarily, within your eyes I see
Dreamer ( Chapter One )Part One:Dreamer ( Chapter One ) by ~DarkHeartLace
There was once a boy of the name of Yume. He was mute, but his actions surely were not silent. He owned a pet canary, with the name of Po. The canary and him were two, but when put together they were one. Po had no wings. A bird without the ability to fly. They were the same...
Yume's father was fighting in the Silver Age war. His father was on the dreamers side and they were fighting against the realists. He lived in the colonies on the land that the dreamers conquered, which had been named Gem. His mother and his to be sister were always at home for fear of a attack on the colonies. But Yume could never be seen inside his home.
Alliance of demon and hunterCommit a sin and be chained by the devil... but that's not the case for I. You see, my entire birth was a sin. The blood that run's through my veins are highly dangerous. My bloodlines are connected to ancient noble demon hunters- meaning high kings and princes of the demon hunters. Yet my blood also exceeds to demon nobility. I suppose I might as well tell you reader, the true story. You may choose to consider my story full of lies, and I will hold nothing against you. After all... who can trust a half hunter and demon boy?Alliance of demon and hunter by ~DarkHeartLace
I am called by the name of Dameon. My last name is such of a disgrace it is not even mentioned. But on special occasio
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