Shadowslayer
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So I've decided that I'm going to make a series of writings all based around the concept of my 1st writing called "The Fallen". Showing how I feel it is to be fallen from grace, some of this series follows suit with the same tone as my other writings. If you don't know the tone of my other writings, or poetry if you want to call it that. You can check them out in my other posted threads, but moving on from that. This writing is one of the writings that is apart of my "Fallen" series, I don't quite have a name for the series, but I believe that when I am done writing this series. I will come up with an appropriate title, and just keep in mind that my style of writing is called "free-verse". There is no stanzas, or anyother type of structure that is regularly used in poetry, just words playing off each-other. So I hope that some of you who read this, leave a comment and tell me what you think. So without further ado, a small peek into my series.
Rebirth of the Fallen
Crisp like the wind, warm as the beating heart of the sun, and calm as the evening star. Still and patient, walking with the grace of an angel. Like the morning, warmth reaches every crevice, melting the dew, and waking the song birds to bring life to a new day. Beauty that can halt a pulse, burning with the ardor for a duty given from an omniscient rex. Kindness wide enough to consume worlds, and deeper than the vastness of space. With the voice of a meadow stream fervently wild and joyous, speaking with words of salvation and devotion. Firmly rooted in mercy, but boundless to the restraints of the rooted cancer vine of the reprobate. Saudade to the shadow, wandering as a free soul like a leaf in the breeze. Perfectly imperfect in every way, riding along the wings of time. Like the truth never wanting to be known, a mystery clouds it. Times holds cherished memories, and joyful glee in the hearts left wandering. Like the moon many wolves call, but like the horizon, remaining ever unreachable and staying ever so close. Eyes full of dreams, sparkling with the thoughts of a greater tomorrow. Prized above all the riches of the world, but priceless in worth. Passionate and kind, warmth and freedom, known only as the gracious crown of El. Only one who is truly righteous in the heart of Jah will ever earn this wondrous heart.
Crisp like the wind, warm as the beating heart of the sun, and calm as the evening star. Still and patient, walking with the grace of an angel. Like the morning, warmth reaches every crevice, melting the dew, and waking the song birds to bring life to a new day. Beauty that can halt a pulse, burning with the ardor for a duty given from an omniscient rex. Kindness wide enough to consume worlds, and deeper than the vastness of space. With the voice of a meadow stream fervently wild and joyous, speaking with words of salvation and devotion. Firmly rooted in mercy, but boundless to the restraints of the rooted cancer vine of the reprobate. Saudade to the shadow, wandering as a free soul like a leaf in the breeze. Perfectly imperfect in every way, riding along the wings of time. Like the truth never wanting to be known, a mystery clouds it. Times holds cherished memories, and joyful glee in the hearts left wandering. Like the moon many wolves call, but like the horizon, remaining ever unreachable and staying ever so close. Eyes full of dreams, sparkling with the thoughts of a greater tomorrow. Prized above all the riches of the world, but priceless in worth. Passionate and kind, warmth and freedom, known only as the gracious crown of El. Only one who is truly righteous in the heart of Jah will ever earn this wondrous heart.