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Your Darkest Hour
Anger.
The painful anger.
The anger that burns in your blood, rushes in your veins and makes everything look dark and red. It shrouds your vision, and suddenly, you are nothing more than a raging beast. A beast ready to hunt, eager to kill just to soothe the burning ache of your throat thirsting still.
Just to quench it: the thirst of revenge.
Because this is what it is all about, isn’t it?
Anger only leads to revenge if you let it burn in your blood for too long.
Your muscles tense, your senses more acute, your eyes darken and you can feel the metallic taste of blood against your tongue in anticipation. Suddenly you feel like you have superpowers.
What calls on this primal reaction of yours?
The worst.
Because the worst calls the worst out of you.
Why?
Because it touches you to your deepest cell.
Right.
Into.
Your.
Core.
Feel it.
It burns like hell, and what do they deserve for all the pain they did to you?
Do they deserve all your wrath? Go on, unleash the Hells, do they deserve it? Maybe they do…
Sometimes… You will let go and let the shadow possess you. Oh it will feel so good! You will feel so very powerful and almighty and you will get drunk on the poison of anger!
So much… power… crawling beneath your skin.
But remember, yes, remember what it does.
Remember, always remember… that friends or enemies, it matters not, as long as there is mercy. Always mercy.
The City of Glass
In the City of Glass,
Where light shines for all to see,
There’s no shadow to be,
As the colours touches the grass,
In the City of Glass,
And for all eyes to see,
The jewels that shine so brightly,
That would make swoon any lass,
But beware of the charms,
That the City of Glass and its wonders,
With its sapphires and garnet thrones,
To your wide eyes it throws,
As you believe there’s no troubles,
Until you face the City of Bones.
The Raven
Raven, Raven flying high,
Black as night, in sky so dark,
By moon so bright, you pass so shy,
Wind stroking feathers, like a lark,
As black as coal but your soul burns,
Bright she blazes like a firework,
As she dances and swirls and turns,
She, whose fiery hair gives fate a smirk,
Raven, Raven flying high,
In the heavens your black beak shines,
And between clouds and stars you tell no lie,
As the bell of the tower in the silence chimes,
Up above and down below,
Misfortune you are known to bestow,
But now for all eyes to see,
You’ll bend hell in mystery.
Of Copper and Rust
On the day and night,
Of the red planet and skies,
Burned the copper light,
Of the two moon’s eyes,
They shone on the crystal dome,
The constellations like a parade,
On this jewel that was home,
That, in time, had to fade,
Among the tall and shining silver trees,
With he who was meant to save them,
She ran, her hair lifted by the breeze,
As they laughed in the face of mayhem,
And in time, they’ll be remembered across space,
As the ones that against Time, won the race.
Dreams
Have you ever dreamt? Oh, well… that is a stupid question. Of course, everybody dreams.
She remembers some dreams she had when she was just a little girl. She thought it really happened until her family said to her it did not. She thought them to be memories, until she got told that they were probably just dreams. And as time went by, she had more dreams. Some of them happened to come to life a few days later. Sometimes years later. But eventually, they came to life. She could dream of the future sometimes.
Others were different. They were so real, so vivid, it was like she was living them, spending her nights living another life in another world.
Her friends never had dreams like hers, and that was when she started to wonder what they were.
Maybe they were just dreams.
Maybe they weren’t.
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The sun, high in the sky, was drawing patterns on the dusty ground as it filtered through the leaves of the trees above her head, and the warm summer breeze was lightly caressing her skin as she walked through the amusement park.
The young woman was about to reach a table to sit and rest for a bit, maybe to drink some fresh water, when the sound of people shouting came to their ears. She turned her head toward the source of all the commotion: a man with black hair was running, coming her way, two staff members of the park running after him and telling him to stop.
Finally the staff caught him, and as they laid their hands on him, the man’s green eyes widened, a hint of… Panic? In them. She saw a word hardly coming out of his lips in something that was not even a whisper.
It felt like she knew him, like she had already seen this face, more than that: she felt a weird sensation, something in her guts, in the depths of her heart. But while she knew she should have had some sort of reaction, her brain seemed to be slow. Too slow. And as the security took him away, her brain was still processing what she had just seen.
She knew it was important.
And as she finally understood, the man escaped again, running away, chased by the employees.
This time, she ran after him too, trying to catch up on them.
He had said her name.
Finally she found them, on the edge of a busy road near the park’s fence, but the man had disappeared.
On the other side of the road there was the sea, blue and shining under the sun.
She let out a sigh as the man was nowhere to be seen, before closing her eyes in pain for a few seconds as the feeling of being abandoned again made its way to her heart.
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Hours later, she had reunited with her parents who had gone on a walk as they didn’t particularly enjoy amusement parks.
They took the car and went downtown to buy some food at a grocery store. As they parked the car under the store’s shade, she got out, closed the door and turned around, taking her phone as she waited for them.
The breeze messing with her hair, she lifted her head to tuck a strand back into place when her eyes laid upon the shape of a man a few meters away, just coming out from behind the store. The man. His eyes crossed hers and he stopped, recognising her.
In his eyes, it felt like he was trying to say something to her, but her parents walked past her and pushed her inside the store without even paying attention to the man, as though they didn’t even see him.
For days and days, and even during the nights, she kept seeing him, like she had always done, every time, in the shadows, in her own shadow, in a blink, in the corner of her eyes, he was there.
But that night, she came out on the porch, to watch the stars in the warm summer night. And once more he was there. In the shadow, not far behind her. She hadn’t seen him, but she had felt him.
“I know you’re here.” she whispered.
“I know you do.”
“Why did you hide?”
“For fear of losing you. Because you’d know I was here since the very beginning, and I didn’t want to be a distraction to you.”
She turned around, facing the man: tall, black messy hair, pale skin and green eyes. Her Guardian.
“But I was waiting.” she said, her voice shaking a bit as she whispered.
Somehow, it had hurt her a bit - or a lot - to wait knowing he was there. He could have reached her anytime, whenever she closed her eyes, but he hadn’t. He stayed in the shadows, used disguises in her dreams, but she could tell it was him. Always the same green eyes that could not lie.
“I was trying to protect you.”
“I needed you.”
In a swift movement he took her in his arms and held her in a tight hug.
“I know. You still do, and I’m here.” He whispered. “No matter where you are, I’ll always be watching over you. Whenever you need me, I’ll be there. Always.”
“Never leave me again.”
Her voice sounded muffled, but her tone was pleading.
“I won’t, I’ve never left anyway.” He pulled away and put his hands on her cheeks, facing her. “I’ll always come back anyway.”
He kissed her forehead as the daylight filtered through her eyes and as a voice made her way to her ears.
She tried to hang on, clenching her fingers onto his arms, but it all faded away when she woke up.