✧ - 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 ──── (a fantasy story)

-𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏-

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"
oh pity, what a pity, how
beautiful it could have been
if their souls were meant for one
and not for star crossed love
"
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THEY SCREAMED
AND  THEY CRIED
BUT IN  THE  END
THEY  WERE  STILL
ONLY  WITHERING
FLOWERS.

THE DAY THEY BURNED
(the great dark war)

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he stood there amid the fire, in midst of bodies tracing the ground more than dirt and pebble than gravel and shattered wood, sharp billows of wind just firing up the burning blazes that were reflecting in his ocean eyes. no words left his mouth, no tear left his eyes as he ran out of salty tears to cry...of dismay to unravel, his eyes reading what was before him, the downfall all around him, the bodies that laid by his feet and the fires that were devouring the land faster than any demon could devour a soul. the dagger in his hand was flickering within orange flames, gleaming from the power growing inside, his hand was clutched around it as if it was his own life he was holding onto, and in many ways it was. it was his last saving grace, what was holding him above, keeping him from falling deeper and deeper into a gloom he would not return from. he could feel the heat of the fire on his skin, yet the apathy swabbed over his body too, like fierce tidal waves trying to slam him into the ground with pitch-black darkness attempting with every breath he took to hammer down on him, stronger and stronger, trying to push him deeper into an incognizance he could never flee.
~

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all was lost. all was gone, his devotion, his spirit, the friendship there was, and the land that once was blossoming in glorious spring shades filled with the scent of delightful flowers and aged oak wood. the terrains that were covered in corn and rice and the fields that were massive blankets of pinnacles or garden, sunflowers where his stance could reach and poppies wherever else he looked but now it was all away, perished, in ashes that were now drizzling down on him like sluggish rain. nature was crushed, life was broken. the world was crying and withering. he had nothing to hold, nothing to love, except the dagger in his hand, tall and silver, with elegant roses engraved in the shining handle of it. the last thing he had left was the honor he had fought with, in a battle that was a loss as much as it was a win.
~

TO HER RED EYES
THEY WERE DRAWN
LIKE MOTHS TO A FIRE.
EMBRACING THE
DARKNESS.
THE FEAR.
THE FIRE.
AND DEATH.

PLAYLIST
(vocal)

I. FLARES ~ the script  II. MONSTERS ~ tommee profitt  III. BREATHE ~ fleurie IV. POWER ~ little mix V. THE HATE INSIDE ~ tommee profitt (ft. sam tinnesz) VI. SLIP AWAY ~ ruelle VII. SHOOT TO KILL ~ tommee profitt (ft. QUIVR) VIII. WE WALK THROUGH THE FIRE ~ zayde wolfe (ft. ruelle)

PLAYLIST II
(orchestral)

I. YOU ARE NOT ALONE ~ rok nardin II. ESCAPE ~ ebunny III. REDEMPTION ~ eternal eclipse (axl rosenberg) IV. THESE FINAL WORDS ~ broken dreams V. TIME ~ hans zimmer