The battle is won
But at great cost
Many are wounded
Many are lost
Felled by axes
Felled by arrows
Heroes of war
Buried in barrows
Don't be sad
Calm your head
Don't cry for the fallen
Hail the victorious dead
This is it
The final stand
If we lose here
We lose it all
The ball in your hand
Brothers at your side
You charge forward
Passing to the right
You circle around
The ball carrier is down
You come up behind
And ruck with all your might
The ball is secure
The ball is safe
Heading forward again
Just as it should be
No fear, no retreat
You support your man
No fear, no retreat
The ball is yours again
You charge straight in
Right against your foe
You go down
But you take him with you
Your team rucks over you
You are back on your feet
Ball goes to the backline
You go around and support
The winger fumbles the ball
Your oppo
In the times of yore
There was a magician told of in lore
He was interested in many fields of study
But none interested him more then biology
So he built a great menagerie
To study creatures of magic and faerie
There was a sasquatch of subterranean realms
And a frisky faun from a land full of elms
There was a malicious minotaur and raging roc
He even had an uncanny unicorn who knew how to talk
These he kept all locked behind bars
At night they could barely see the stars
One day the magician came across a centaur
But it galloped into the sky and flew far
The centaur was curious as to why it was attacked
So he followed his ambush
Long ago an ancient race
Known as the Krondillians
Possessed a great knowledge of technology
Which allowed them to create a powerful weapon
This weapon was powered by crystals
That glowed with a light of pale blue
This weapon fired bolts of lightning
That shone like electric fire as they flew
The Krondillians conquered many a race
With the weapon in their hands
They seemed unstoppable in the battlefield
Their government would need to be toppled by a small band
These brave men and women fought valiantly
Eventually destroying their foes
But it came at a great price
For not all of them made it home
The battle is won
But at great cost
Many are wounded
Many are lost
Felled by axes
Felled by arrows
Heroes of war
Buried in barrows
Don't be sad
Calm your head
Don't cry for the fallen
Hail the victorious dead
This is it
The final stand
If we lose here
We lose it all
The ball in your hand
Brothers at your side
You charge forward
Passing to the right
You circle around
The ball carrier is down
You come up behind
And ruck with all your might
The ball is secure
The ball is safe
Heading forward again
Just as it should be
No fear, no retreat
You support your man
No fear, no retreat
The ball is yours again
You charge straight in
Right against your foe
You go down
But you take him with you
Your team rucks over you
You are back on your feet
Ball goes to the backline
You go around and support
The winger fumbles the ball
Your oppo
In the times of yore
There was a magician told of in lore
He was interested in many fields of study
But none interested him more then biology
So he built a great menagerie
To study creatures of magic and faerie
There was a sasquatch of subterranean realms
And a frisky faun from a land full of elms
There was a malicious minotaur and raging roc
He even had an uncanny unicorn who knew how to talk
These he kept all locked behind bars
At night they could barely see the stars
One day the magician came across a centaur
But it galloped into the sky and flew far
The centaur was curious as to why it was attacked
So he followed his ambush
Long ago an ancient race
Known as the Krondillians
Possessed a great knowledge of technology
Which allowed them to create a powerful weapon
This weapon was powered by crystals
That glowed with a light of pale blue
This weapon fired bolts of lightning
That shone like electric fire as they flew
The Krondillians conquered many a race
With the weapon in their hands
They seemed unstoppable in the battlefield
Their government would need to be toppled by a small band
These brave men and women fought valiantly
Eventually destroying their foes
But it came at a great price
For not all of them made it home
Tell me you love me
its just a discuise
you never know
how i feel in my eyes
the torment
the pain
will it ever go away
its a disease it wil
eat
away
at
your heart.
How can it stop?
is it stoppable?
can it be cured
will i be saved
or will i be left to die
in the abysss
of my pure eyes
my voice
all i cant rejoice
why why
cant i feel
like me
because all I feel
is the broken hearted
girl crying in her thoughts
of her mind
she is gone
and lost with the wind
I promise you I will see you again..
We fight for love
We fight for hope
Nothing comes on a silver plate
We are in love for sure
But we can't risk to destory us again
I'm keeping you my own little secret
We destroy the world
Just to see eachother once more
I would give the world
To show you off
<3
At night, the voices of this body
air my memories of you like a widow
whispering her way out of love,
someone who is uncertain what words
will unhinge the itch she carries
like a trip in the tide,
but whose tongue traces the contours
of libraries like lovers regardless
in hopes of absolving her heart,
a woman whose lips have forgotten
how to kiss anything but
the rhythm of your name,
who spends her nights turning
between dreams of you
and her mornings washing
their last, lingering spectre
from her lips,
a fool who, when she can't sleep,
finds the thought of you
curled at the bottom of her bed,
clutching at the moonlight
When my world was darkening
You were there for me
When all hope of daybreak coming
Seemed to slip into everlasting night
You said everything would be fine
When I felt that all hope had fled
You dried my tears and comforted me
If it were not for you
Then I would not be here now
Standing in this light
You were the light in my darkness
You helped me rise to my feet
You gave me something to believe in
When my beliefs were wearing thin
You guided me down a path
I would have never found on my own
You lead me to a world
I would have never gotten to alone
You gave me encouragement to endure
When everyone else said I'd fall
You we
I'm not supposed to love you by mshottstuff101, literature
Literature
I'm not supposed to love you
He was her best friend, her best friend whod she spend endless days and nights with since the first day she met him on a day with fallen leaves and renewed dreams. He was her priority, and every moment of her life seemed to revolve around his muddy eyes and curly dark hair. She dreamed about his embedded dimples the first day she ever saw them appear on his flawless face--in the back of the classroom in the sixth grade. She loved everything about him, and how they'd lay in the grass together, happiness tangled in their eyes as they watched the blue sky slowly turn into darkness decorated with diamonds that they'd waste their time naming.
She
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I don't know if anyone can help me with this but I am looking for an artist(person who draws shit) to collaborate with on a comic book. All I have right now is the basic idea so if someone does help me they can also assist with the story. It will be like a combination of westerns and pirates. It will be set on a bunch of islands that have the climate of the american southwest and there will be railroad tracks going across the water between islands and trains will be robbed by pirates. I really need an artist because I can't draw worth shit and I don't believe in creating a bunch of stories with only half of the component and I need to kno