By Dawn's Light
Through the bitter night, enveloped by biting cold, piercing howls cause fright, panther's stride becomes bold. fierce lightning strikes true, earth trembles stricken hard, flaming sea of blue, dealt the final card.
Lykos-Redemption Appendix i: The Brothers Dead or Alive? Who do they follow
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The Statue
Rough surface weathered, my legacy there, but life severed, standing tall, admired, my memory, you have sired, there you stand, alone and cold, wearing that strange expression, growing old, you are my heart, my living gold, standing, ever tall, and ever bold
A Gesture of Fraternity
Magnus, growing more bold brings home a friend and introduces him to his big brother "okay, that's a manly smell," nikolai teased as he followed the tiger into his apartment.
Reaching A Destroyer's Level
Without warning or any signs beforehand, the fennec made a bold shove forwards that got their voices to fill the large dining hall. theo noticed how much force had been behind that thrust.
Accommodate
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He Lurks
If one be bold enough to probe his mind, one can learn a lot about him and our world.
Flower of Discord
About fear i'm chaos, she's revery all night spent with daytime dreams a deep cut 'cross the butterflies a deeper smile brings it's not that i hate purity; i'll be gentle to her kind soul but i've suppressed my depravity and right now i'm feeling bold
"Love Incarnate" a poem
In this world so dark and cold, it is she that makes me bold. without her the light flickers and dies, without love or fond goodbyes. so i pray this light to keep, until i pass to eternal sleep.
The Star
Precious, but your twinkle, fleshless, and unbound, beyond my reach my touch my sound, you burn in cold and shine in darkness, your cherished sight and endless harshness, orbited by your fallowers, attracting even outsiders, comets cold, asteroids bold
Behind Closed Doors
The ballpoint leaks ink, sullying the blank notebook poised at page one, and the novel propped open, halfway through, beside the empty drinking glass, few drops remaining: light spilling in, bold as brass.
Art
Art is beautiful and bold, a peek into someone who's heart is gold let's not stigmatise those of art, those who's heart deserve a part, on the stage of life where a story will start, a wonderous story of the heart.