Anguish

In the realm of Lamos, where shadows creep, Vekir, the Guardian, was awakened from sleep. He gazed upon the hero, with a mocking stare, For something amiss, a burden she did bear. "Wait," said Vekir, his voice dripping disdain, "Something's different, your demeanor is not the same. No longer noble, no longer pure, What have you done, dear hero, to ensure That ancient blade clutched tight within your grasp, A prize obtained by sacrifice, a deadly clasp?" He sneered at her, his eyes gleaming with scorn, As her tears mixed with blood, a forlorn mourn. Kneeling there, one knee pressed against the stone, Her heart weighed heavy, with sacrifice unknown. "Oh, how brave you are, a blade so rare, Obtained by shedding blood, a life you dare. Tell me, hero, who did you forsake, To wield that weapon, your soul a stake? A loved one, perhaps, once close and dear, Their life extinguished, their memory seared?" The hero trembled, her voice but a whisper, "Vekir, Guardian of Lamos, my heart's blister, I gave up someone, someone I hold dear, Their sacrifice fuels this blade of fear. You mock my pain, my burden so deep, But know this, Vekir, even shadows weep." Vekir laughed, a wicked sound in the air, Mocking her anguish, reveling in dispair. "Shadows weep? How quaint, a feeble plea, A blade stained with blood, a heart torn apart, Your noble facade crumbling, a broken art."

In the depths of silence, a Longing Burns,
To Embrace the void, where Anger Churns,
Where shadows Dance, and echoes Fade,
Alone with myself, In A Rage Unswayed.

In this realm of emptiness, I find release,
No masks to wear, no pretense, no peace,
Just the raw essence of fury untamed,
A solitary soul, with anger inflamed.

No judgment here, no prying eyes,
No need to hide the seething cries,
In the void, I'm free to just be,
To vent, to roar, to set myself free.

No need to conform to the world's design,
In the silence, rage and truth align,
To unleash the depths of my soul's disdain,
To find the strength to embrace the pain.

I long for the void, where time suspends,
No distractions, no ties, no amends,
In the stillness, my heart finds its song,
A symphony of solitude, angry and strong.

To wander unbound through vast cosmic 
dust,
In the solitude, I learn to trust,
To face myself, my wrath, my tears,
To embrace the rage without any fears.

No one around to judge or compare,
In the void, I'm free from the world's cold 
stare,
I'll seek solace there, where stars shine 
bright,
And unleash the fury, both day and night.

For in the void, I find my truest me,
Unburdened, unbound, unfettered, and 
free,
A dance of rage, a solitary thrust,
In the boundless void, I find my trust.

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TU'26: IT Major: Poet

Sacrificio burlado

Longing for the Void