The Epitaph of Twilight by Blackrose1125, literature
Literature
The Epitaph of Twilight
Epitaph of the Twilight
Yet to return, the shadowed one.
Who quests for the Twilight Dragon
Rumbles the Dark Hearth,
And Helba, Queen of the Dark,
has finally raised her army.
Apeiron, King of Light beckons.
At the base of the rainbow they meet
Against the abominable Wave,
together they fight.
Alba's lake boils.
Light's great tree doth fall.
Power- now all to droplets turned
in the temple of Arche Koeln.
Returns to nothing,
this world of shadowless ones.
Never to return, the shadowless one,
Who quests for the Twilight Dragon.
"Welle"
Riding the Wave is Skeith, the Shadow of Death, to drown all that stands.
Mirage of Deceit
The moon shone brightly, as a guide toward the heavens as the lonely road stretched in the middle of a forest that lay quiet in the night. Until they came. They were laying in a queen sized bed, in a room painted light blue, much like the sky on a beautiful day. She wore a long dress, beautiful and gold, with a bow tied around the waste. He had on an old suit, one passed down from his family for many generations. He turned unto her and said in a passionate voice, one she had never heard him speak with.
"Honey. I love you." She sat up and looked at him, his eyes glinting in the silent night, in the dark room with many shadows. She smiled a
Before you leave me
I ask for but one favor
A kiss to keep away the danger
The darkness in many a hearts
The shadows melt away
To make a lovely hearth
Before you leave me
I ask for another favor
As a bleeding heart
A kiss to heal my wounds
And keeping me going
Our future in wich I dream
When I am alone
All I do is dream of you
Our wills forming one
The love that is in the air
Is ours to live on
Give me a kiss before we part
For my love to thrive upon
Have I not known you
I would not know love
I would not have known if there is any above
But when I see your eyes
I have no doubt
God is there, and he is about
No other could have as soft lips
Or a tender voice or beautiful hips
No, it is no mere coincidence
He has sent me an angel
To know and to love
It is clear now, and very loud
We were destined
To be bound
Have I not known you
I would not know love
I would not have known if there is any above
But when I see your eyes
I have no doubt
God is there, and he is about
No other could have as soft lips
Or a tender voice or beautiful hips
No, it is no mere coincidence
He has sent me an angel
To know and to love
It is clear now, and very loud
We were destined
To be bound
Before you leave me
I ask for but one favor
A kiss to keep away the danger
The darkness in many a hearts
The shadows melt away
To make a lovely hearth
Before you leave me
I ask for another favor
As a bleeding heart
A kiss to heal my wounds
And keeping me going
Our future in wich I dream
When I am alone
All I do is dream of you
Our wills forming one
The love that is in the air
Is ours to live on
Give me a kiss before we part
For my love to thrive upon
The moon shone brightly, as a guide toward the heavens as the lonely road stretched in the middle of a forest that lay quiet in the night. Until they came. They were laying in a queen sized bed, in a room painted light blue, much like the sky on a beautiful day. She wore a long dress, beautiful and gold, with a bow tied around the waste. He had on an old suit, one passed down from his family for many generations. He turned unto her and said in a passionate voice, one she had never heard him speak with.
"Honey. I love you." She sat up and looked at him, his eyes glinting in the silent night, in the dark room with many shadows. She smiled a
The moon shone brightly, as a guide toward the heavens as the lonely road stretched in the middle of a forest that lay quiet in the night. Until they came. They were laying in a queen sized bed, in a room painted light blue, much like the sky on a beautiful day. She wore a long dress, beautiful and gold, with a bow tied around the waste. He had on an old suit, one passed down from his family for many generations. He turned unto her and said in a passionate voice, one she had never heard him speak with.
"Honey. I love you." She sat up and looked at him, his eyes glinting in the silent night, in the dark room with many shadows. She smiled a
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