Purpose.
What would a story be?
If there was no one there to read it.
What would dreams be?
If there was no one there to conceive it.
What would a picture be?
If there was no one there to see it.
What would a secret be?
If there was no one there to keep it.
What would love be?
If there was no one there to feel it.
What would a song be?
If there was no one there to sing it.
What would the truth be?
If there was no one there to admit it.
What would advice be?
If there was no one there to give it.
What would life be?
If there was no one there to live it.
Kela Lewis-Morin
Battle is all there is. by DEIMOS-THE-GOD, literature
Literature
Battle is all there is.
We shall wade into battle.
Through the blood and pain.
Slaughtering everything like cattle.
We ride over corpses and screaming bodies.
Slashing,smashing and killing all in our way.
There is only death and suffering through out the land.
Money is nothing, fame is worthless.
Bow down or die by my hand.
Slash,smash,crash through the battlefield.
Draw your blade and fight.
Tremble before the power I wield.
If killing is wrong, I don't want to be right.
Ghost Of The Forsaken Land by gameofficial222, literature
Literature
Ghost Of The Forsaken Land
At the end of the world I wait.
Unaffected by time.
I have been here for many eons
dreaming of a foe who can slay me.
Many have come during the ages
Most seeking power, wealth, fame or glory.
They have all met me in battle.
They have all met their ends.
A graveyard of swords, plagues the once beautiful gardens of this temple, oh so grand.
It's so cold and lonely in this forgotten land.
Around me everything is barren and empty -
Faded with time, thanks to man.
In this city almost non-existent
I sit on my throne of ruin.
My head leaning against my ancient blade.
I close my eyes and try to remember the distant past -
When this land was thrivi
Cold breath on my purple lips,
The sensation touches my ears’ tips
Echoes of dead roses in a fierce-some gloom
My sorrow follows me as though it’s in full bloom
The open air levitates my still form
The coldness shocking me like a magnetic storm
I lay lifeless, colder, stiller, than my skin an icy blue
Spread out as to catch this morning’s dew
The mist is like a comforting blanket
My head, stripped of innocence, a blank planchet
Waiting to be stamped by my failures
Rather than face my sneering errors
Can’t I stay here, to be kissed by memories?
Ladled out from the stagnant pool of the centuries
Soothing fingers stroke
I've taken what I've held within
And shoved my hand real deep
And pulled out what was inside
What I held so deep within me
It's black and hollow
And nothing can be heard from it
Even though it's screaming
No one's ears will it ever reach
It was thrashing, turning and pulling
On everything that held me together
Making everything it touched negative
And making me hard to be around
It killed my heart
It burned my soul
And threw it down a well
Because no one needs a heart or friends
When you have loneliness