This is my verdict. For neither are kingdoms conquered by iron,
Nor dies the mighty by the spear.
Men are felled by what they fail to believe in."
as the nights pass and questions are answered he can now partly control the fear,
the reaccuring dreams have shown him more, his love, his life has been taken, taken by who?
and why he asks her as he slumbers but she only asks for help,
her captor she does not betray, but is she alive or hurt he tries to ask next
but she...
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Night after night he has the same reaccuring dream, a dream of a strange woman without a name,
only the sound of her voice and the image of her imprinted on his heart,
that he sees but a life with her escapes his memory, for he does not remember the past,
only fear and comfort comfort him as he has the huanting mightmares of this...
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you walk through life blinded by the past, living in fear and anger,
moving along stumbling over all the opportunities laid out for you in life,
if only you would take the time to look ahead maybe you would see your potential and that which you are missing
Simple stands of seamless sunlight
Flow through the cracks of her disbelief
Life imitating lies
Entangle her, suffocating without relief
As time flies
By, measurable
Torment circling like hungry vultures above their prey
Lead but promises of unforgiving betrayal
With finality and shaky hope
Her thoughts offer her one last vice
A metaphorical saving rope
With truth cold as ice
Where to end her fight...
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Day by day
Week by week
She struggles with her torment
But once again the flames will rise
It begins with but a spark in her eyes
A flickering flame now awakens
A raging fire in the makings
To ignite that which her soul used to own
Once her fire rages, sparks will fly
Setting a renewed glorious blaze to her hopes and ambitions
Burning...
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Looking on with eyes I'd rather wish not to see with in times likes these, as I stand a seemingly helpless witness to her.
Her heart and soul ripped to shreds in a traumatic battle of love between her head, heart and soul. Leaving her in pieces, a vessel in inner destruction, what she is, was and could have become, feel like mortal eternal strangers.
As the moonlight glistens off her rosy cheers she sheds a tear for her love, his words tear at her emotions as she looks deep into his eyes, the single tear trickles down her cheek, carving its trail down her face marking a path, map like to her lips, soft and shivering as her feelings overwhelm her, the words of her lover tormenting her, which...
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Step by step she moves forward, the past and future align in an unforgiving curse where she may be the last person on earth, everything step she takes leads to more destruction, as she wades through a field of beautiful flowers, they shrivel, wilt and die, like a plague that follows her, self inflicted torched, a loss of confidence that spun out of control decimating...
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Striving into the future with head held high or crumbling under the fear of failure are a fork in the road, where many choose to set their sights in the past, she is one of the few that will learn from the past and keep her head held high, each blow to her is taken with a smile, pain is nothing to what she has...
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