Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you…
Confusion now hath made his masterpiece.
William Shakespeare
In love, one should simplify, choose persons worthy of their promises and leave them if they don't keep them.
Isabelle Adjani
Reason is powerless in the expression of Love. Love alone is capable of revealing the truth of Love and being a Lover. The way of our prophets is the way of Truth. If you want to live, die in Love; die in Love if you want to remain alive
Rumi Jallaluddin
To ease another's heartache is to forget one's own.
Abraham Lincoln
William Shakespeare
In love, one should simplify, choose persons worthy of their promises and leave them if they don't keep them.
Isabelle Adjani
Reason is powerless in the expression of Love. Love alone is capable of revealing the truth of Love and being a Lover. The way of our prophets is the way of Truth. If you want to live, die in Love; die in Love if you want to remain alive
Rumi Jallaluddin
To ease another's heartache is to forget one's own.
Abraham Lincoln
Thunder roars from the land of the east. Ground trembled in the land of the north. The air that bridges the lands is savagely stirred. Stirred by the songs of sadness, angers, hatred, qualms and…cursed enchantments. Cupid’s arrow struck deeper than it has been foretell, too deep. What was meant as benign mark has turned into mortiferous laceration.
Trough the Ancorale Vox Vocis, the Princess has demanded of the Demon a sacrifice as a Consigno Adoris. Once again, the brimstone walls of the Demon heart trembles. This time not of love, but of fear, hurt, grieves and confusions. Sanctity and serenity painfully seeping away from his chest…
Twas the time when Haven’s Throne is but an inch from Gaia’s womb. Day of Weakening, 14th dawn of Acca Larentia year of the Pullus Ligneus.
The Demon’s slumber is disturbed by the tunes of the Ancorale Vox Vocis proclaiming the calls of his beloved Princess. “This must be a dream” thought the glorified child of Agnus “my beloved would never sire me at this hour…” while drowsily silencing the tunes. An innocent act with grave consequences…
The Demon is in great abashment and agony.
His innocent act has made the day to be as if the world is run the lords of the underworld. The earth that separates him and the Princess is in chaos. Thunder roars from the land of the east. Ground trembled in the land of the north. The air that bridges the lands is savagely stirred. Stirred by the songs of sadness, angers, hatred, qualms and…cursed enchantments – all sang by the Princess. In her eyes, she only see Maligner the Demon.
Her Amotoris Regina is no more, only Maligner the Demon…
Trough the Ancorale Vox Vocis, the Princess has demanded of the Demon a sacrifice as a Consigno Adoris. One that she believes would rid her of the Maligner. His sanctity and soul id to be sacrificed – sealed in a contract only can be broken by the hands of the One True Master. Once again, the brimstone walls of the Demon heart trembles. This time not of love, but of fear, hurt, grieves and confursion. Sanctity and serenity painfully seeping away from his chest…
The Demon falls to his knees…
The Sword of Destiny has been swung. The demon can only watch as the glittering blade draws near, knowing not what will be of him. “One True Master…” he prayed, “elphay emay….”.
Twas the day of Weakening, 14th dawn of Acca Larentia year of the Pullus Ligneus.
This is the tale of the Demon.
Trough the Ancorale Vox Vocis, the Princess has demanded of the Demon a sacrifice as a Consigno Adoris. Once again, the brimstone walls of the Demon heart trembles. This time not of love, but of fear, hurt, grieves and confusions. Sanctity and serenity painfully seeping away from his chest…
Twas the time when Haven’s Throne is but an inch from Gaia’s womb. Day of Weakening, 14th dawn of Acca Larentia year of the Pullus Ligneus.
The Demon’s slumber is disturbed by the tunes of the Ancorale Vox Vocis proclaiming the calls of his beloved Princess. “This must be a dream” thought the glorified child of Agnus “my beloved would never sire me at this hour…” while drowsily silencing the tunes. An innocent act with grave consequences…
The Demon is in great abashment and agony.
His innocent act has made the day to be as if the world is run the lords of the underworld. The earth that separates him and the Princess is in chaos. Thunder roars from the land of the east. Ground trembled in the land of the north. The air that bridges the lands is savagely stirred. Stirred by the songs of sadness, angers, hatred, qualms and…cursed enchantments – all sang by the Princess. In her eyes, she only see Maligner the Demon.
Her Amotoris Regina is no more, only Maligner the Demon…
Trough the Ancorale Vox Vocis, the Princess has demanded of the Demon a sacrifice as a Consigno Adoris. One that she believes would rid her of the Maligner. His sanctity and soul id to be sacrificed – sealed in a contract only can be broken by the hands of the One True Master. Once again, the brimstone walls of the Demon heart trembles. This time not of love, but of fear, hurt, grieves and confursion. Sanctity and serenity painfully seeping away from his chest…
The Demon falls to his knees…
The Sword of Destiny has been swung. The demon can only watch as the glittering blade draws near, knowing not what will be of him. “One True Master…” he prayed, “elphay emay….”.
Twas the day of Weakening, 14th dawn of Acca Larentia year of the Pullus Ligneus.
This is the tale of the Demon.
4 comments:
Your originality is refresing. I told you once that your writings were cryptical, and from what I see that is indeed the case.
The darkness in which you delve into, if it is indeed darkness, is very brave. If only I were half as brave as you when writing.
Keep writing, I would like to be an avid reader to the tale of the Demon. :)
Master Shariman,
Thank you for coming and thank you for the comments. I will continue to write as long god give me the might. This is a vent for the troubles that plague my heart. As i mentioned before, your thoughts is highly regarded.
life would be better....someday...have a nice weekend!
hmm...
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