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The swords and sand are intertwined and thus the heart was scattered,
But worth nothing twas it truly it never really mattered,
All I know is all I am it's all that I will be,
This light so bright this dark so dim, no longer can I see,
And yet no sorrow I doth feel for unknown twas my cause,
all was known was all I am, bringer of the wars,
All the rest I'll never get, all the pain I suffer,
Warmed by fire, held by brimstone, kissed by burning sulphur,
This world so old, this dream so shallow,
The holy blade oh so hallowed,
A tool of war a sacred thing,
Of it's power angels sing,
But they are wrong I cry out loud,
How could something oh so cold be part of heaven's cloud,
It is the devils tool I say,
I hoped they'd listen to me but nay,
So that dark tool, made me the fool and stole away my shadow,
And ever more I walk this day forever unhallowed,
And ever more I must fight against against the blade of god,
A blade of god but not of good a cruel twisted joke,
No tool of war could ever be holy and bespoke,
And as I rise to face the demon blade I slowly hesitate,
Is this my purpose, is this my choice, is this my true fate,
And in that moment of uncertainty,
It slashed so swift and I could no longer see,
It had taken life and light from me,
As retribution for my treachery,
And so I lay there in the dark as I slowly bled,
The demon blade cackling, while I lay there...dead.
But worth nothing twas it truly it never really mattered,
All I know is all I am it's all that I will be,
This light so bright this dark so dim, no longer can I see,
And yet no sorrow I doth feel for unknown twas my cause,
all was known was all I am, bringer of the wars,
All the rest I'll never get, all the pain I suffer,
Warmed by fire, held by brimstone, kissed by burning sulphur,
This world so old, this dream so shallow,
The holy blade oh so hallowed,
A tool of war a sacred thing,
Of it's power angels sing,
But they are wrong I cry out loud,
How could something oh so cold be part of heaven's cloud,
It is the devils tool I say,
I hoped they'd listen to me but nay,
So that dark tool, made me the fool and stole away my shadow,
And ever more I walk this day forever unhallowed,
And ever more I must fight against against the blade of god,
A blade of god but not of good a cruel twisted joke,
No tool of war could ever be holy and bespoke,
And as I rise to face the demon blade I slowly hesitate,
Is this my purpose, is this my choice, is this my true fate,
And in that moment of uncertainty,
It slashed so swift and I could no longer see,
It had taken life and light from me,
As retribution for my treachery,
And so I lay there in the dark as I slowly bled,
The demon blade cackling, while I lay there...dead.
Literature
DA2 - Well, Atleast He Tried
Title: Well, Atleast He Tried
Author: *equinexus
Game: Dragon Age 2
Characters: Remy Hawke (PC), Fenris
Disclaimer: Dragon Age 2 and all things related belong to Bioware.
Author's Note: SPOILERS AHEAD. Main plot spoilers. Also, if you have not romanced Fenris, there are some dialogue spoilers.
The warm glow of the fire illuminated the gloomy estate, warming Hawke's face as she leaned over the mantle. Resting her forearm against the frame, her void eyes stared vacantly into the firewood, absentmindedly thinking of her mother, Leandra, and the last moments they had spent together before she was taken to The Maker.
Literature
After Hours pt. 1
The bandit's arrow had found its mark.
Fenris sunk to his knees, emerald eyes fixated on the wooden shaft
buried several inches into his flesh. He felt the sensation of
downing as blood began to fill his left lung. He coughed and tasted
warm iron tinged blood.
“FENRIS!” Marion Hawke
shouted as she turned from the newly eviscerated bandit. Her daggers
fell with a loud clank that echoed through the underground tunnels of
Darktown as she raced towards the elf. “ANDERS GET OVER HERE
AND HELP!” She bellowed. The blonde mage turned from his
recently frozen target hesitated slightly, then swiftly made his way
to
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This reminds me of a character of mine. He is so... tormented.
Lovely piece. Wonderful imagery.
Lovely piece. Wonderful imagery.