Azurenite88

Open the door and embark on an journey, Walk the weird path of black stones upon white fields, Let the path touch your senses, ignite your mind and creating form and colours that coalesce into imagination, One walks different paths throughout ones life, each forming us, However, people may walk the paths for different reasons, Some seek escape, some seek knowledge and some walk only cause they enjoy it, And some are brave enough to chart their own black paths into those white fields, For there is nowhere else where our dreams and hopes are nurtured better, than in the pages of a book.

Your visits were always a rare surprise, though not anymore. When your sinister flame licks at my heart, I become such a hateful thing. Wanting to destroy everything. But I’d rather keep it inside, burning myself than the world. Even when it doesn’t seem worth saving.

The rains beat a pleasing rythm against my bedroom window, giving me peace. The water falls from heavens, seeking to wash the dirt and waste away, like the peace that washes the darkness from my mind, leaving only light.

On wings of light, you fly down to Earth With soothing hands, you cradle those in need With a voice taken from the heavenly choir, you sing salvation You travel with prayers, your passing leaving those in need content You shield those who need to be protected And smite the wicked. You lead those in need of guidance, towards the brighter future. You, my Guardian Angel

I walk a dark road with no end in sight, slow and tired. My hope burned out, nowhere to be found The forest had drained me, my old guide gone, with no guiding stars or a shoulder to lean on All around me, I saw the foot prints of others that had walked this road, mine were barely there, washing away in the sands of time I stumbled to my knees. I couldn´t find the strength to get up I was ready to give in to despair Then, the sun rose. Dyeing the sky with purples, reds and gold. The light flooded me, awakening that old strength I thought I had lost I rose again, slowly but surely It gave me hope and strength to walk along this road once

Hands move, all eyes watching, breaths hold, waiting for the signal, holding the tension like the taut string of a bow And then, the hands move again and the orchestra breathes it´s first notes The strings lead the way, soaring upon the air like the birds of the skies above The scurrying notes of flutes follow next, darting everywhere, seemingly small but important like the rest The horns enter, proud in their glory, howling and roaring like the wild predators of the world The steady beat of drums, a thunderous march of hundreds of feet Clashing symbals, like a breaching whale All these sounds coming together in harmony, a creation made

The wind was howling throughout the camp, small groups of men and women of various races huddled around fires for warmth. It was situated on a hill, before them lay a a blasted no-man´s land and behind the hills, the grey ocean. The last light of the day was leaving, giving way to the darkness. Arielle shivered as she drew her cloak tighter around her. A strange lizard-like beast with two heads was on the spit over the fire before her. Varstik was cooking it, turning the roast over and over. His black beard shone in the light, cropped short, going against most dwarf standards. His leather armour was cracked, crossbow laying folded besi

The grass is soft in the glade, lost feet scramble around Flitting figures fly gently in the night, their gossamer wings shining in the moonlight The pale disc is mirrored in the water, there´s a full moon tonight Tiny specks of light float in the air above, fire-flies whose warm light is reflected by the dew on the grass A meow is heard as cat wanders out of the forest The light reflects in it´s eyes for a second, making it seem otherwordly. The stars up above watch us It then turns and walks away, curious I follow Through the forest in which I found myself lost for so long, it´s tail and fur keeping me on the right cours

The rain was everywhere, pouring down like a silent tears from heaven. Tiny drops hit the ground, and the dark houses silent as they stood in long rows, identical yet so different. The plants in backyard drank greedily from the vast bounty they were given, droplets staying onto the green and flowers. Yet, one thing stood out on this night. In one backyard stood a figure. The rain soaked the brown hair, tied up into a bun. Her clothes were soaked, simple tank top and pair of slacks. Her face was red and showed sadness, her whole body shaking from the cold. Drops ran down her face, whether they were tears or water, none could tell. A tentative