EternalDarknessWithin my mind I cry aloud, This thoughtless paradigm, Even as I break in two, And fail to say out loud, "Save me not, let me go." My heart and soul, They bleed today, For all that's lost to me....EternalDarkness
That thou shouldst strike at mine own soul, To temper my waining strength, I raise my head and spit at thee, For taking that which I'd built within. My ownly saving grace, I thought, And yet you swept it free,
Go not into this heart of mine, And crush it with thy hate, Fallen it has already, since, You thrust it into darkness. A
Feanor's Lament“Anon!” the Elf Lord cried aloud, Unto the forest night. For close at hand he felt his end, His final breath in sight.Feanor's Lament
This eve he spoke his sweet lament, His final last request. That when his end did come at once, It would his life attest.
“I pray to those Above me now, To allow me, end at pace. Just let my heart, it skip a beat, Stop me from going to waste,”
“Give not my life, a torrid end, End it humble. Proud. With face. Give me the gift of angel’s wings, And not a fall from grace.”
The Hunt - IntroductionThe dark figure knelt at the edge of the clock-tower roof, breathing in the night air. He closed his eyes, and stretched his senses out into darkness around him. Tilting his head back, he took in a long deep breath and absorbed the world in his mind's eye. He could smell humans, all around him. He could smell them, in their homes sitting to their evening meals. He could smell them, driving their cars through the night fog. But there was one he could smell; one who was walking alone, through the park. A young woman, sweet French perfume filling the air around her and drifting up to his nostrils, as he knelt there by the roof spire.The Hunt - Introduction
The Elite - IntroductionFor time eternal, beings have existed, with abilities and powers beyond that of the common man. In Ancient times they were not much different from those around them; such was the stature of the Eldar races in nature. Immortality was commonplace, as Elves and Me'frim ruled the plains, Dwarves ruled the mountains, and the winged Avariel the skies above. All these races were born with long life ahead; death in battle or severe disease, their only failings at life eternal. But from all the classes of the immortal Elite there have always been prophecies regarding the coming of those chosen for greatness - those who would free them from enslavementThe Elite - Introduction
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