fantasy

Sacrificio burlado

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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."
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Unbeatable Insanity’s Me

Prompt: (Female) Veratine, Goddess Of The Insane

Prompt statement:

“I’m unbeatable. I can’t be beaten. My insanity makes such things impossible. You can condemn me. You can damage me. (menacing smile as the blood drip from her eyes) You never ever going to beat me.”

In realms untamed, where darkness dwells,
There reigns a goddess, Veratine she tells,
A tempest wild, her mind’s domain,
Unleashing madness, driving mortals
insane.

With maddened laughter, her voice does
ring,
A symphony of chaos, an unholy hymn she
sings,
Her presence fierce, a tempestuous storm,
Defying reason, defying all norms.

“I’m unbeatable,” she proclaims with pride,
A twisted grin, blood tears she cannot hide,
Her sanity shattered, a shattered glass,
She revels in madness, her dominion to
amass.

Condemn her, wound her, try as you may,
Her spirit untamed, it refuses to sway,
For insanity is her armor, her shield,
In its depths, her power concealed.

With every step, she dances on the edge,
Where darkness and light forever pledge,
A malevolent force, she weaves her art,
Binding souls, tearing worlds apart.

Beware, mortals, when her gaze meets
yours,
Her eyes aflame, a madness that endures,
For in her realm, your reason will fray,
Lost in her labyrinth, forever to stay.

She dares you to challenge, to face her
might,
Yet victory eludes, vanishing from sight,
For her insanity, a cloak so profound,
In its depths, true strength is found.

So, tremble in awe, before her divine,
Veratine, the goddess, her essence malign,
For she cannot be beaten, she cannot be
tamed,
In her chaotic realm, her power remains
untamed.

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The Keepers of the Mystic Flame

Towers of ancient stone, stained with crimson hue
Stand tall and grand, against the clear blue
The stairway leading up to its peak
Guarded by fierce warriors, strong and unique

No one was allowed to ascend the tower
The guards stood strong, every hour
For within its walls, lay a magic so grand
That if released, would shake the land

The walls were stained with blood and gore
From the battles of those who came before
Many sought to breach the tower’s gates
To unleash the magic, sealed by the fates

But the guards stood strong, swords in hand
Their loyalty to the tower, nothing could withstand
Their armor shone in the sunlight’s beam
As they protected the tower, like a dream

The magic within the tower, a mystery untold
Was guarded fiercely, to prevent it from being sold
For if unleashed, it could bring great light
Or plunge the world into eternal night

So the guards on the stairs, with their might and will
Protected the tower, from those who sought to kill
And the tower stood tall, like a beacon of hope
As the world moved on, in its eternal scope.

 

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True Spirit 2

The aftermath of the original poem True Spirit

Silent echoes remain
In this desolate space
Where joy has become a stain
In the absence of its grace.

The walls are now stained
With the blood of those who tried
To breach the tower’s domain
And to reach the other side.

The guards remain steadfast
In their duty to keep watch
Their emotions held in contrast
To the pain and grief they’ve wrought.

But beyond the tower’s walls
Lies a world without color
Where darkness steadily crawls
And hope is but a dull murmur.

The aftermath of this battle
Is a reminder of what’s at stake
That our emotions can rattle
The foundations of what we make.

So we must tread with care
As we navigate this path
And beware the weight we bear
In the aftermath of our wrath.

 

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Celestial Dance

Created: April 10, 2023, 9:33 am

 

The water and the scorpion intertwine,
A mystical dance in the depths of the sea,
One's poison and one's emotion divine.

One with the waves, the other with the spine,
Together they thrive in the mystery,
The water and the scorpion intertwine.

Pisces, the dreamer, sees the stars align,
Scorpion, the warrior, fights fiercely and free,
One's poison and one's emotion divine.

The scorpion guards while Pisces designs,
Their bond unbreakable, a bond that will be,
The water and the scorpion intertwine.

A balance of light and darkness they find,
Their strength and depth a sight to behold and see,
One's poison and one's emotion divine.

In the depths of the ocean, their souls combine,
a cosmic connection, their destiny,
The water and the scorpion intertwine,
One's poison and one's emotion divine.
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Psychutals

Created: Feb 7, 2023, 12:30

 

Beware the Psychutals, demons from the abyss,
Who prey upon the weak and the depressed.
They enter your mind, and take control,
And tilt you down a dark and bottomless pit.

With the power to manipulate your thoughts and emotions,
They twist and turn them into dark devotions.
They feed upon your negative energy and pain,
Growing more vigorous as you slip further down the drain.

These demons lurk in shadows, unseen and unheard,
Their victims are too scared to utter a word.
For once they have you in their grasp,
You’ll lose your identity and your will to clasp.

They’ll make you feel hopeless and dreadful,
leading you to do dreadful things.
And as you become more and more entangled in their web,
they’ll drain you dry like a sponge on a rasp.

So beware the Psychutals, and their menacing might,
For they’ll consume you whole, and snuff out your light.

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A Glimpse into the Realm of Enchantment

Created: December 18, 2022

The world beyond our mortal sight,
A place where magic comes to light.
Where trees do talk and rocks do sing,
And all is touched by faerie’s wing.

A land of wonder, where dragons fly,
And unicorns roam ‘neath starry sky.
Where elves dance in enchanted glades,
And mermaids sing in ocean shades.

A place where ancient mysteries lie,
And secrets hide ‘neath moonlit sky.
A land of power, of untold might,
Where the very air is filled with light.

A world where nature reigns supreme,
And all is part of a greater scheme.
Where every leaf and every stone,
Is woven into a tapestry, unknown.

And so we stand in awe and wonder,
At the world of magic, that lies yonder.
For in this land of fantasy,
We find a glimpse of eternity.

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Love’s Towering Vision: A Crystal Ball Poem

Created: March 10, 2023

Inspiration from “True Spirit” by me

From atop a tower high,
I gaze upon the world below,
A crystal ball in my hand,
Reflecting all that I know.

In this ball, I see the future,
And all the love that it holds,
Like a shining star above us,
That never fades or grows old.

The tower is our foundation,
A symbol of strength and might,
And the crystal ball our guide,
Through the darkness of night.

With each passing moment,
Our love grows stronger still,
Like the tower that stands steadfast,
Through every storm and every chill.

And in the crystal ball, I see,
A future bright and true,
With you and I together,
Until the end if time, just me and you.

So let us climb this tower,
And hold this crystal ball so tight,
For our love will guide us always,
Through the darkness and the light.
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The Endless Cycle

 

Poem request from Milaxu: Wanted me to use a random quote from Friedrich Nietzsche

In the depths of our loneliest hours,
When the world around us seems to devour,
A demon may come and whisper in our ear,
Of a fate that fills our hearts with fear.

The thought of living this life once more,
And endless cycles to endure,
Can crush the spirit and break the soul,
And leave us feeling utterly alone.

For what is the point of this endless game,
If we must relive the pain and the shame,
And face the same battles over and again,
With no hope of ever breaking free from sin?

Yet, perhaps in a moment of divine clarity,
We may see the beauty in this disparity,
And embrace the chance to live once more,
To seek redemption and love and so much more.

For though the weight of this knowledge is great,
And the thought of living again may cause us to shake,
There is still a glimmer of hope to hold,
And a chance to rewrite our story and be bold.

So let us not curse the demon who speaks,
But instead, find the strength to seek,
A life worth living, a legacy to leave,
And the chance to our demons to deceive.

For in this endless cycle, there is still light,
A hope that shines through the darkest night,
And though the road may be long and hard,
We can find a way to play our part.

And in the end, when our journey is done,
We may find that this life was not so tragic after all,
But a beautiful tapestry of joy and pain,
Woven together in a grand refrain.

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