[DecafBunny]

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[peachycupcake525]

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Peachycupcake525
Maybe I'll learn how to write a poem! Yay!
No ideas yet but I think I can figure something out.

[redcore]

𝓢𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓪

i see my reflection,
empty and sad
and
far from perfection.

i am no longer
happy and free
but
i feel unfinished
what happened to me?

the sun still shines bright
the flowers still grow,
like crystals in the night,
a sacred grotto

the pool’s clear glow
it shows me an image
they pull me in
the depths below

disgusting, it tells me
and i can’t help but believe it
it’s a monster, see
infecting my soul, my spirit

i am an imperfection
undeserving life,
food,
affection.

emptiness is all
i have to eat
i thin, i fall
but it tastes sweet

despite all the madness
the birds, they still sing
sweet songs of sadness
through the clearing they ring

the others, they laugh,
they jeer, they crow
my heart’s broken in half
although

there is light.
hope
i have
enough fight
sometimes i think i have
—hurts me
to say—
nothing left

but

i watch the rabbits, with paws so deft
i watch the deer, with peace and grace
i watch the birds, free as they race

could i be like them?
could i be free?
could i be happy,
full of glee?

i want to be.




˙uoᴉʇɔǝlɟǝɹ ʎɯ ǝǝs ᴉ
˙pɐs puɐ ʎʇdɯǝ
puɐ
uoᴉʇɔǝɟɹǝd ɯoɹɟ ɹɐɟ
ɹǝƃuol ou ɯɐ ᴉ

ǝǝɹɟ puɐ ʎddɐɥ
ʇnq
'pǝɥsᴉuᴉɟun lǝǝɟ ᴉ
¿ǝɯ oʇ pǝuǝddɐɥ ʇɐɥʍ

˙ʇɥƃᴉɹq sǝuᴉɥs llᴉʇs uns ǝɥʇ
'ʍoɹƃ llᴉʇs sɹǝʍolɟ ǝɥʇ
'ʇɥƃᴉu ǝɥʇ uᴉ slɐʇsʎɹɔ ǝʞᴉl
oʇʇoɹƃ pǝɹɔɐs ɐ

ʍolƃ ɹɐǝlɔ s’lood ǝɥʇ
ǝƃɐɯᴉ uɐ ǝɯ sʍoɥs ʇᴉ
uᴉ ǝɯ llnd ʎǝɥʇ
ʍolǝq sɥʇdǝp ǝɥʇ

ǝɯ sllǝʇ ʇᴉ 'ƃuᴉʇsnƃsᴉp
ʇᴉ ǝʌǝᴉlǝq ʇnq dlǝɥ ʇ’uɐɔ ᴉ puɐ
ǝǝs 'ɹǝʇsuoɯ ɐ s’ʇᴉ
ʇᴉɹᴉds ʎɯ 'lnos ʎɯ ƃuᴉʇɔǝɟuᴉ

uoᴉʇɔǝɟɹǝdɯᴉ uɐ ɯɐ ᴉ
ǝɟᴉl ƃuᴉʌɹǝsǝpun
'pooɟ
'uoᴉʇɔǝɟɟɐ

llɐ sᴉ ssǝuᴉʇdɯǝ
ʇɐǝ oʇ ǝʌɐɥ ᴉ
llɐɟ ᴉ 'uᴉɥʇ ᴉ
ʇǝǝʍs sǝʇsɐʇ ʇᴉ ʇnq

ssǝupɐɯ ǝɥʇ llɐ ǝʇᴉdsǝp
ƃuᴉs llᴉʇs ʎǝɥʇ 'spɹᴉq ǝɥʇ
ssǝupɐs ɟo sƃuos ʇǝǝʍs
ƃuᴉɹ ʎǝɥʇ ƃuᴉɹɐǝlɔ ǝɥʇ ɥƃnoɹɥʇ

ɥƃnɐl ʎǝɥʇ 'sɹǝɥʇo ǝɥʇ
ʍoɹɔ ʎǝɥʇ 'ɹǝǝɾ ʎǝɥʇ
ɟlɐɥ uᴉ uǝʞoɹq s’ʇɹɐǝɥ ʎɯ
ɥƃnoɥʇlɐ

˙ʇɥƃᴉl sᴉ ǝɹǝɥʇ
ǝdoɥ
ǝʌɐɥ ᴉ
ʇɥƃᴉɟ ɥƃnouǝ
ǝʌɐɥ ᴉ ʞuᴉɥʇ ᴉ sǝɯᴉʇǝɯos
'ʎɐs oʇ
˙ǝɯ sʇɹnɥ
ʇɟǝl ƃuᴉɥʇou
ʇnq

ʇɟǝp os sʍɐd ɥʇᴉʍ 'sʇᴉqqɐɹ ǝɥʇ ɥɔʇɐʍ ᴉ
ǝɔɐɹƃ puɐ ǝɔɐǝd ɥʇᴉʍ 'ɹǝǝp ǝɥʇ ɥɔʇɐʍ ᴉ
ǝɔɐɹ ʎǝɥʇ sɐ ǝǝɹɟ 'spɹᴉq ǝɥʇ ɥɔʇɐʍ ᴉ

¿ɯǝɥʇ ǝʞᴉl ǝq ᴉ plnoɔ
¿ǝǝɹɟ ǝq ᴉ plnoɔ
'ʎddɐɥ ǝq ᴉ plnoɔ
ǝǝlƃ ɟo llnɟ

ǝq oʇ ʇuɐʍ ᴉ

explanation:
saira is a kalon blessed with powers she cannot control. she lives alone in a small village. the villagers fear her power, and she is rejected by them. she begins to resent herself and even starves herself as a result, but eventually, nature’s beauty teaches her to accept herself.
[48/50]

[GreyScale]

Username:
GreyScale
Name:
Tbd
Gender:
Female
Poem:
Ever have a rainy day?
Where you hurt so bad,
you just want to throw your life away
And sit there feeling sad?
Well I've been to you know.
And it's not a happy place to go.
Cuts on my wrist made with a knife.
Is just the outside of my horrible fight.
I would've rather faced a legion of demons.
The not ever becoming a freeman.
Well a stranger came along,
And to said to me.
Well just know your not alone
How ever hard it seems.
Because kindness like a seed,
Must be sown.
Pain is like a season,
Even though it seems so long,
Soon you will begin to see reason.
And sing a happy song.
Because will seasons repeat
And don't last forever.
Just like pain soon will deplete,
So hold on and we'll go though together.
A flower can't grow without the sunshine and the rain.
So bear with me though the small season of pain.

((Ok so I'm pretty sure I messed up whole peom thing but this girl is so friggen beutiful i had to tryout))

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[MotherMother]

Username: MotherMother
Name: Gabby "Ghastly"
Gender: Female
Poem:

Her mother loved her dearly so,
Her father so proud his smile would glow
Her sister with wide eyes in such awe
The she could not close her gaping jaw
Her family so perfect and so pristine
Her life was truly a story book dream

Living by the inner harbour
Tossing a smile to the nearby barber
Apprentices who hauled burlap sacs over shoulders
Tipping their hats and standing taller, bolder
She loved to stroll by onto the docks
All eyes on her, the gorgeous shock

A princess of her little village
So sweet, so humble, the best at cribbage
But even more was her passion to sail
To hear the waves crash, hear the gulls wail
Everyone knew of Gabby the sailor
From the shoe shiner to the town tailor

It nearly broke her heart to leave them
But that same heart urged her to leave in the P.M.
She traded her spring gown for some sea worthy attire
Cut up the burlap sacks the boys had given her prior
With some boots and a bandana, her locks flowing in the breeze
She pretended her tears were from a spring allergy sneeze

The thump of her boot on the old wooden floor
Filled her with courage to leave the shore
Dramatically, she took her place at the bow
Blowing kisses at her mom who exclaimed, "you be safe, now!"
She spun the wheel which clicked and creaked
Into the sea, too daunting for the meek

Her crew hooped and hollered and threw newspapers with glee
Which fluttered and flipped, flashing the faces of the three
On the front page and a whole story too
Were Gabby, Carlo, and her first mate, Seb "blu"
The whole village drew very small
And Gabby took a deep breath, then stood tall

Before her was a great expanse
Of blue and yellow flashes on waves that danced
The salty air was oh so sweet
The swaying ship made it complete
Her future lay out before her
A new adventure, ready to conquer

With her new form and a mischievous grin
She stood proud without an ounce of chagrin
Alas she felt her name too pretty
Too delicate, to fragile, for her new found gritty
Carlo and Seb threw out suggestions with glee
And "Ghastly" Gabby rang out, and thus this was she

Now powerful and intimidating, her name matched her sneer
The trio celebrated with rum until night drew near
Days turned to weeks that morphed into months
The trio only eating any scraps for lunch
Rations were low and so was morale
Even the ship seemed to droop stern to bow, the poor gal

Only Ghastly kept a spring in her step
Her shoulders perked back, her soul full of pep
Her crew began to moan and wail
Louder than the thrashing sail
A storm was brewing, both on the ship and the sea
That ended in flashes like branches of a tree

Lightening punched waves and thunder cheered it on
The crew scurried and cowered as they watched the sail rip away, gone
Now at the mercy of the mother ocean
Spinning the wheel was futile, and this realization made commotion
The ship tumbled and twisted and struggled afloat
Then everything went black and the storm ended on a booming note

Gabby awoke with her teeth crunching sand
Her bruised body made it hurt to stand
She struggled up and looked all around
and noticed that Carlo, Seb, and the ship were no where to be found
All she saw was water, sand, and trees
Dear God, she'd washed up with the tropical breeze!

On a lone island in the middle of no where
Gabby felt lost and filled with despair
However she managed to look on the bright side
After all, what food was left on the ship, and here she'd find fruit and fish by the tide
But she wept for her crew who had become family
and prayed that they weren't in vanity

On the island she plucked sweet fruit
whose juices dribbled down, off of her snoot
She also managed to cook up a fire
After countless hours of frustrated desire
She warmed cold paws near the bright flame
Hoping that she'd hear the call of her name

The island itself felt quite ghastly
it had a certain mood that frightened her vastly
she felt eyes through the trees and could hear scurrying feet
But didn't know if it was her imagination or delusion from heat
The ocean she loved so dearly before
Began to stare back at her with a sneer and roar

How dare that thing sweep her dreams all away
It made her think bitterly about that first day
the joy she felt was pure and true
but now she couldn't stand to look at the blue
how evil it was that it abandoned her trust
Something she loved to much had crumbled to dust

That damned thing made her scream and howl
It shouted back with a smile so foul
The sparking sun that danced on the waves
Where now only mocking the watery graves
She knew she faced death on this lonesome land
Alone and forgotten, with nothing but sand

She hated this place, and the ocean too
That she fled to the trees and screamed like a gnu
A recluse among shadows she hid from the sun
And without the bright light, her flowers wilted one by one
But worst of all were her sparkling blue gems
which looked so much like the sea she condemns

She learned to hate everything and herself
And became so savage that she'd forgotten her wealth
She was rich with happiness and glee before
But now she abandoned that to become savage with gore
Her diet changed from crystallized sugary fruit
To the scrumptious meat of a cute little newt

This was only the beginning of her downwards spiral
The newts turned to larger prey that civilization found vile
She hunted poor critters with a snarl and a stab
Gobbling down the flesh on anything she could grab
She told herself she needed meat to be strong
Even though it was really the apple in the Garden of Eden all along

She was a new kalon, as ghastly as her island
The Queen of her empty kingdom from low to high land
She talked to herself in chatters and growls
And let herself go until she was dirty and foul
Gabby was no more, and Ghastly took on new meaning
from the rambunctious brave sailor became a creature so demeaning

The sun was slain and taken out of power
Ghastly hid in the shade of foliage that towered
She glared at the see through the trees
and watched it with such anger like the sting of a bee
Whirling twirling twist and curling
Waves tumbled among themselves until morning

On one sparkling dawn when the sunrise kissed the sea
Ghastly noticed a petal on her knee
It had wilted and crumpled and browned
She admired it was a sadness and frowned
What had become of the glorious sailor
What would her family say if they knew of her disgusting failure

What was truly horrendous was her abandonment of joy
She gave up on her dreams and treated life like a ploy
She face caked with dirt had two fresh streaks clean
Running down her face were the tears of the Queen
She didn't want her gross kingdom and she wanted to be gone
But to do that she knew she needed to be strong

She'd done it before and followed her dreams
This time she'd do the same, and get back her bright gleam
She apologized to the sea and the sky
Looking around with tears in her eyes
She found the hope that she'd lost long ago
And began a search, to and fro

She collected driftwood and lashed logs together with vine
She hoped that this was enough and that she'd be fine
She dragged out her raft onto the beach
Then pushed with all her might and set it off within reach
She swung over a sac of fruit and fresh water
And angled her sail to take her out yonder

The sea was merciful and forgave her prior anger
And long after food and water was gone, she heard a loud clamor
How long had she been floating aimlessly on waves?
It didn't matter anymore, because she knew she was saved
Looking down at her with eyes full of confusion
A kalon reached down and offered a hand and inclusion

What luck she had that she'd been carried once more
Across the vast ocean and up onto a shore
She looked around and her heart jumped and started to ebb
When she recognized the sparkling blue eyes of her first mate, Seb
They grasped each other in embrace of family
She let herself feel vulnerable and babble-y

It didn't take long for her flowers to open up again
Just like her, and she felt more real and sane
Happiness found her and made her whole
Her determination made her reach her goal
She loved herself and her family too
But most of all, that beautiful colour of blue



Personality: [37/50] Gabby is a kind soul that is wise with experience. She learned to appreciate life and joy and family. Her struggle through despair has made her appreciate the little things and taught her to truly love herself.

Extra:

[Gladis]

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[Silver Pandorica]

Name: Foster Hill
Gender: Female
Poem:
Only a heart that has once been torn apart,
Can then turn around and help mend a broken heart.
The life source, the center, the very soul,
Nothing but the heart can fill an empty hole.
And yet, it inflicts pain like nothing else can,
Hurting many over the course of a single lifespan.
The heart is a mystery, a puzzle unsolved,
And humanity may never have this problem resolved.

When I was very young, an only child,
My parents adopted a young boy who was in fact, quite wild.
A brother they told me, that’s who he was.
A new friend to play with and I was excited because
I didn’t have any friends and felt very alone,
Always reading and drawing all on my own.

He was very shy and didn’t say much,
And I didn’t coax him, just waited for such.
Our first interaction was seven days after,
He was eating cheese off the lunch platter.
“You like cheese?” I asked, scrunching my nose.
He stopped mid-chew, his jaw had froze.
I waited for an answer and sat down in a chair,
And he watched me intently, never breaking his stare.
“Can you talk?” I asked, tilting my head.
I had started to wonder if his tongue was dead.

Without speaking a word, he looked down at his paws.
“You don’t have to, I was just wondering because-“
“I’m sorry,” he said, a frown on his face.
It was so quiet I almost didn’t catch a trace.
“I don’t say much, I’m sorry if I came off as rude.
I just barged into your life and didn’t want to intrude.”

I couldn’t help but smile as a held a paw out to shake.
“Are you kidding? I thought I had made a mistake!
I’m glad you’re not mad, I just want to be friends.
Let’s start over, I’m Foster. And your name is...?”

“Shiloh.”

The years flew by and we grew very close,
No one could come between us, nope.
We did everything together, no matter the noun.
From school to meals to walking around town.
They all called us two peas in a pod.
Together through the tough times we’d happily plod.

But life is a cruel and conniving force,
Commanding demons to throw you off course.
When we grew old enough to live lives of our own,
We bought properties on the same road of stone.
He worked at a bar and I sold antiques,
Very different professions, indeed unique.
Shiloh and I visited more often than most,
Each taking turns playing the host.

A year after his job was taking him nowhere,
Our relationship slowly started to tear.
It was strange, I saw him less and less.
No matter what I said, he wouldn’t confess.
His whereabouts where completely unknown to me,
We’d never kept secrets and always spoke free.

On an overcast evening I paid him a visit,
And found him wasted way past his limit.
Bottles and glasses covered the table,
He could barely keep the drink he was holding stable.
It took him a while to notice I’d come,
I’d never seen him act so dumb.

“What’re you doing here,” he slurred, taking a swig.
I gaped at the scene, his house was normally so trig.
“What’s wrong with you?” I asked shakily, snagging the drink.
“You realize you’ve pushed yourself way past the brink?”

“You dunno what you’re talking about,
Why don’t you give that back and get out?”
He frowned and grabbed at the bottle,
I shook my head and he sat back with a wobble.
“What’s gotten into you? Tell me what’s wrong.”
My best friend in the world looked long gone.

“Nothing,” he muttered, sounding ashamed.
He was obviously lying, no matter what he claimed.
I urged him on, but he wouldn’t budge.
Not even a word, despite my nudge.
Giving up on conversing, I turned to the kitchen.
I had to dispose of the drink and keep the rest hidden.

A bright red blur on caught the corner of my eye,
And I turned to the window, let out a cry.
Scrawled across the pain in blood red as wine,
Were the words “You have until tomorrow at nine.”
I turned in a daze to Shiloh to ask,
But wake had escaped him and he was asleep fast.

My heart pounded quick in my chest.
Someone was after him and he couldn’t handle the test.
He’d drunk himself silly in a hopeless attempt,
To drown his sorrows in a glass of exempt.
What had he done to deserve this, oh gods?
Who had he wronged, what could be done?

I stayed with him all night and all the next day,
And he slept all through the morning, dreaming away.
My body caved around noon and I slept like a rock,
Awaking only when I heard at the door a knock.
Shiloh was nowhere to be found.
With a sigh, I assumed he’d gone into town.
I opened the door, but no one was there.
An uncomfortable stillness hung in the air.

I was about to head back inside,
But before I could, a shape caught my eye.
A small burlap bundle lay on the ground.
Glancing around, I grabbed the bound.
Safely inside, I opened it up.
What I saw made me want to throw up.

In familiar blood, and recognizable font,
Someone had written a note that would forever haunt.
“It’s your burden now, you shouldn’t have come.
I distanced myself, but you wouldn’t give up.
I’m sorry that I have to do this to you,
They only gave me so few.
Inside the bag you’ll find what they came for.
Don’t let them have it, no matter the offer.
I don’t care if they kill me, just keep it safe.
I trust you and know that you’ll do what it takes.”

Shaking with tears streaming down my cheeks,
I held the note to my chest and suddenly felt weak.
Who was this “they” and what did they want?
Was it really my brother who’d left this taunt?
Swallowing my fear, I reached in the bag.
The slow-moving seconds seemed to just drag.
The object was small and cold to the touch.
A key? That’s all? This wasn’t much.

This had to be a joke, but then again...no.
I knew that this was something that Shiloh
Could never joke about. It just wasn’t right.
Biting my lip, I clutched the key right.
The letter he’d left was written in blood.
I’d find this “they” and stop them for good.
But most of all, I’d find my brother.
The one I loved more than any other.

I was not whole without his half.
No sound was greater than that of his laugh.
He’d changed me and taught me things I never knew.
Like how to be kind and treat others true.
This was not over, I’d have my revenge.
No matter how long it took, I would avenge
The brother I loved and find the people who did this.
I swear I won’t rest until I get back the bliss.


Extra:
The key. The stupid, gosh-dang key. Even if it wasn’t hanging around my neck, I’d still think about it every day. Even if it isn’t at the forefront of my mind, the mystery is always in my subconscious. Nagging at me. Eating away at my very soul.

My brother had risked his life for this key. I’m not sure why yet, but I would find out. Whatever it took.

“Excuse me?” I looked up, sliding the key back underneath my shirt. A customer. Didn’t get many of those. I should seriously consider switching businesses. I honestly don’t even know how I manage to feed myself at this rate. “Is this real?” The woman held up a jar with an eyeball inside. That thing had been in the shop for years. Nobody ever wanted to purchase it, which was understandable.

“Yep,” I replied. “Tiger shark eyeball, caught the thing myself.” Okay, my dad had caught it. But he let me have an eye. Supposedly, it had many uses as an ingredient in potions and cooking recipes. Personally, I wouldn’t eat anything with that glob inside, but I thought I could make money off it. Guess I had been wrong.

I expected her to cringe and put it back, but instead she just smiled. “Wonderful. How much?”

“Are you serious?” She nodded. “Uh, twenty. You’re really not kidding?”

Reaching into her bag, she took out a few gold coins. “Of course not. I’ve been looking for one of these for ages. You wouldn’t believe how difficult it is to find.”

“Wish you’d come a long time ago,” I said with a laugh. “That’s been sitting here for a long time. Was thinking about getting rid of it.”

“Good thing you didn’t, then.” I took the payment. Maybe today wouldn’t suck so much after all. I’d stubbed my toe this morning on my bed post, and then earlier knocked over a priceless vase in my kitchen. Things weren’t going so great, but this sale boosted my self esteem by like...thirty-six percent. That’s pretty good.

“Oh, would you by any chance have any keys in the shop?” My heart skipped a beat.

I blinked. “No, I-“

“Because I have this box.” She took a small box that couldn’t be bigger than my paw and set it on the counter. “I’ve been checking every shop that sells odds and ends, looking for a key that fits.”

Nah. Couldn’t be. “May I?” She nodded and I picked it up, inspecting the hole. Looked the right size. “Where’d you get it?”

A sad expression crossed her face. “A dear friend left it in my possession many years ago before his disappearance.” I looked up, suddenly very interested. Disappearance? “They say he was murdered,” she continued, seeing my curious look. “But I know he’s still out there. He told me to protect the box and never give it away. I’ve been searching for the key ever since. I feel if I knew what was inside, I could better keep safe whatever is inside.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I murmured, peering at it as closely as I could without poking myself in the eye. This couldn’t be a coincidence. Whatever was inside this box could help me find my brother, and that was not something I was going to pass up, even if it meant risking the safety of the key.

Reaching for the cord around my neck, I gripped the key and ever so slowly stuck it in the lock. Me and the strange eyeball lady held our breath. It fit. Heart beating so hard I thought it would jump out of my chest, I twisted the key and carefully lifted the lid.

A bright light flashed and temporarily blinded me. Images flashed inside my mind, as if I could see without actually seeing. I couldn’t really explain it, but I saw things. People. People fighting, stealing, wreaking havoc. Ships crashing into cliffs and sinking into the depths of the sea. A king being crowned. The last leaf of autumn falling off a bare tree. A cave with a dark shape too blurry to make out.

And then it was all gone.

“There’s nothing inside,” the woman said, disappointed.

I stared at her in astonishment. “You didn’t...” A weird feeling in my gut told me to hold my tongue. Everything I just saw was still fresh in my mind. I blinked. “Yeah. That’s unfortunate. Would you kind if I hang on to it anyway?”

The woman hesitated, then sighed. “Of course. Perhaps my friend was mistaken. It is no good in my hands. Maybe you will find some use for it?” She looked sad, and almost said the next bit to herself. “He would understand.”

“Thank you,” I said, shaking her paw with both of mine. “I’ll take good care of it, I promise.” It was only a few moments more before the lady and the tiger shark eyeball were out the door and the shop was empty again. Quickly, I locked the entrance and hung the closed sign. My brother had told me to protect the key, to hang onto it, and it had finally paid off.

I was one step closer to finding him.

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golden mist was upon us. our mothers love
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filled with love. she granted protection and
gave us a home. can you believe it? she is
our lifeline. our queen bee. she is our only
mother. and we, well we our her children.
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oh, mother aine caireen. how your love is warm and tender. heart of pure gold.
oh, mother aine caireen. how your golden mists fan us from the cold world.
oh, mother aine caireen. please hold us forever in your suns embrace.
oh, mother aine caireen. our young fun is as pure as the gems on your back.
oh mother aine caireen. how your flowers bloom in perfection.
oh, mother aine caireen. how your affection is the only thing that keeps us alive.
oh, mother aine caireen. please stay. i want to be forever apart of your beehive.

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war and bloodshed. scattered along a valley of mysterious magic. bordering were two kingdoms at ends with eachother. it was the end of
the war. bodies of soldiers, weapons stained in crimson, captured and enslaved children and mothers. the remaining children weeping for
their love and warmth were taken from them. their mothers. not one left. their hearts were shattered. mist appeared. it was of golden
hue. the bodies of soldiers and fallen mothers seemed to turn to sudden shimmering dust. flowing together, children followed. leading to
someone that is unforgettable. a goddess perhaps. maybe a nymph of the forest; or maybe a forgiving soul reincarnated from our mothers
. we the children gathered at her feet. she was tall and beautiful. sunflowers blooming. she must be rich with love and warmth. her eyes,
they were our mothers. you can't stop staring. for a moment turning eternity, we felt safe, loved and warm. her aura was like our mothers
. it blocked every darkness and demon imaginable. he created a home for us. a beehive. we were her children to her queen bee. no one
knew what she was, but no one cared. our hearts were put under a spell like charm. she was no stranger to us. but to others, yes. fearing
her is for the best. harming one of us, her children, would summon a golden rain. hotter than the sun it would melt anything. it would
melt your soul and she would absorb it. it kept her alive. her sunflowers represented her age and life. when they start to wilt, one of us
will sacrifice ourselves. it kept her alive. it reset her age and time to live. it would ensure her protection of the other children. without
her, we will die. we would fall victim to the unforgiving land. we love her and she loves us, or so we thought. is she a curse or a demon in
disguise. it is only an illusion. she was a demon. she was beautiful because of us. she protected us not of love, but to keep her nasty face
hidden. she was no reincarnation. she captures souls and converts them into time changing energy to keep her beautiful. her true face
was ugly and gross. her fur would turn a nasty green. her flowers would wilt and her gems would turn crimson filled with the blood of her
victims. her eyes would turn a pure black. she was never beautiful. she was deceiving. she was the worst of people. but we were stuck.
unaware of what demon was upon us. she was forever our mother. no one could compare to how beautiful she is. oh, mother aine caireen.

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[SyntheticFox]

Marking!

Depressed Goddess of death rebirth goddess of reincarnation

Death and demise,
where there is no reprise
here their souls lie,
without a say of goodbyes.

Their screaming and dreaming,
with no hope of redeeming.
here their souls lie,
in which brings tears to my eyes.

Everyone dies,
but some don't rise.
here their souls lie,
with me, the bad guy.

A goddess of death,
I must be.
There is no alternative
or so you've decreed?

wip

Dropping! Goodluck everyone!