fantasy

Mestailfy Ikeme: The Caribou Prince

Created: January 12, 2023, 15:45 pm

 

Mestailfy Ikeme, a prince so Young,
With piercing eyes and melancholy hung,
In Yonforge Kingdom, he grew up stong,
Yet struggled with demons that felt so wrong.

His love for poetry was a burning flame,
A passion for the outdoors, a longing to reclaim,
But the pressure of his role weighed him down,
As anxiety and depression wore a frown.

Lilith and Destuca, his constant stalkers,
Whispered cruel things, Like wicked talkers,
But Mestailfy kept all to himself,
Afraid of the consequences if he asked for help.

With Ganku and Cara, his siblings dear,
And parents Vental and Resha, always near,
He found solace in their love and support,
A beacon of hope that he'd never abort.

His poems, like a ray of light,
Shone bright amidst the darkness night,
And though he battled with his fears,
He remained kind, despite the tears.

Mestailfy Ikeme, a prince of heart,
Refused to let his demons tear him apart,
For he knew that love would always win,
A shining star that would never dim.

 

I used to think my mind was my fortress, impenetrable and secure.
But then came Lilith and Destuca, two minds in one body,
and they shattered my defenses with ease.

 

 

 
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Anchored in Love: A Prince’s Journey Through Despair

Created: March 31, 2023, 11:45 am

I know it mad early in the morning but hush. The therapy session was mad boring. today so I wrote.

 

In the depths of a heart so bleak,
Lies a sadness that we cannot speak.
A heavy weight that drags him down,
Like a shipwrecked sailor, he will drown.

He's lost in a storm that won't abate,
His mind a labyrinth, a twisted state.
His thoughts like tangled vines that choke,
A haunted house with doors unopened.

We try to reach him, to break the spell,
But he's locked inside his personal hell.
Like a flower in winter, his heart is frozen,
A prisoner of his own emotions.

We watch him fade, a shadow of himself,
Like a painting on an old bookshelf.
But we hold on, we won't let him go,
We'll be his anchor in the ebb and flow.

We'll wrap him in love, like a warm embrace,
And light a fire in this cold, dark place.
We'll be his compass, his guiding star,
And wall ith him, wherever he goes, near or far.

For we know that with time, the sun will rise,
And the darkness will fade, like a butterfly's disguise.
And he'll spread his wings and soar above,
Like a phoenix, reborn in the light of love.
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Angel Assassins

Created: March 24, 2023, 20:07

The "Angel Assassins" a force to
behold
Their powers remarkable, divine, and
bold
Lighting crackles as they arrive on 
scene
Silence follows, a calm and peaceful
dream

Their faces expressionless, no
emotion shown
But a hint of disappointment in their
eyes, it's known
They take on the guise of distant kin
To remain unnoticed, and their
mission begin

Experts in combat, from hand-to-hand
To swords and daggers, they hold
command
Their gentle demeanor belies their
might
A force to be reckoned with, in the 
dark of night

The "Angel Assassins", a group of the
elite
Lethal warriors, their victories
complete
A silent army, on a mission divine
Their legacy, Forever shall shine.
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Broken Heart in the Tower

In a tower, tall and grand,
A girl once lived, her heart unmanned.
Her love had left her, far behind,
And she was left, alone to find.

The days were long, the nights were cold,
Her heart was shattered, her spirit sold.
She dreamed of love, she dreamed of life,
But in this tower, she was held in strife.

She looked out of the window, at the stars above,
Wondering if her heart would ever be loved.
She wished for freedom, to spread her wings,
To feel the breeze, and hear the birds sing.

But alas, she was stuck, in this tower of pain,
Her heart was broken, her tears fell like rain.
She prayed for strength, to carry on,
And to find her heart, which had long gone.

The days turned into months, the months into years,
Her heart still ached, with unending tears.
She longed for love, for someone to hold,
To heal her heart, and make her whole.

But fate had other plans, for this poor girl,
Her heart was shattered, her life in a whirl.
And though she tried, to mend her heart,
She remained broken, forever apart.

So now she sits, in her tower of pain,
Her heart still aching, with unending strain.
She looks out of the window, at the stars above,
Wondering if she’ll ever find, her true love.

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IceHollow

Created: March 1, 2023
Inspired by Batsheva's Hometown.

In IceHollow's kingdom, where the snow lies deep, 
And the icy winds howl through mountains steep, 
There lies a land of wonder, cold and fair, 
Where nature's beauty fills the frigid air.

Amidst the glaciers, grand and starkly white, 
Polar bears roam, a majestic sight, 
While seals bask on ice, in lazy ease,
 And whales sing songs, beneath the frozen seas.

The Northern Lights dance in the sky so bright, 
A wondrous display of colors at night, 
As stars twinkle in the clear, crisp air,
A sight so rare, beyond compare.

In IceHollow's kingdom, a world so cold, 
Nature's beauty, a treasure to behold, 
A land of wonder, frozen yet so fair, 
A true marvel of the earth's grandeur and rare.

Oh, IceHollow, your beauty doth inspire, 
A wondrous realm, where nature's grandeur never tires.
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True Spirt

Created: Oct 24, 2019,
Last modified: Jan 26, 2022, 14:52

 

Happiness?
I think it’s there
I know it’s there
Behind a locked door
Inside a crystal ball.

All the emotions in the world
are In one room waiting to be released
No windows or secrete entrances
Just one entry with skeletal decor.

Four guards
Two at the door
And two on the stairs
No one can pass those two pairs

Bloodstains the walls
Their breath flows with no fall
Their emotion still their
But do you even care

At this moment you’re just another empty soul
No feeling to see that this hell is an actual reality

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The imprecise void of Dakalese

Created: 9/9/2020
Last modified: 9/9/2020
This world is a void and decreases like a zone of darkness gobbling up your psyche, your spirit, and your delicate eyes with no longing for light to spread out.
Have a go at leaving the rest, or better, leave everything up to your creative mind,
So you may not get worked up in this dillydallying tininess which is everlasting!
As you progress it ends up being even more clear, the image starts to plot comparative bits of a twisted riddle with disunity in every one of them.

Precisely when you close the entryway and enter again regardless you will never see what you discover, the picture genuinely has corrupted itself,
This spot is a question that holds no importance; Absolutely Undefined
A shadow can change its shape, recreate itself, and resize as well,
What you get might be what you see, in any case, is it truly what you get on the off chance that you can’t trust in your eyes through this ominous hopelessness

A maze, unhinged, plainly constant cast away in misleading images the individuals who endure without being blinded by their eyes,
Nonetheless, why gain ground, I will send you back to the beginning, unfilled and lessened with the target that the delight of inspecting this universe of progress never closes.

Win or forget about it, is the objective, in this jumbled strolling obscurity.
The devils in our mind murmur to us they advise us to surrender cause nobody will ever
See the agony we feel shrouded somewhere inside they reveal to us we are powerless for all the occasions we have cried.

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