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Regretful Denial of Love

Kell: Look I… I can’t care for you the way I care for her. You know…?

Bianca: I know.

Kell: “You know–” Then why do you hang out with me like this anyway? Why do you spend so much time with me…?

Bianca: Well. Because I care for you. Isn’t that reason enough?

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Marcell: Do you regret your choice now? Denying her feelings like they meant nothing.

Kell: You think holding me here will bring her back from the grave?

Marcell: All you had to do was care for her even if it wasn’t real.

 

In the depths of our tangled hearts’ maze,
Where love and longing intertwined,
A fragile dance of souls ablaze,
Two paths diverged, destinies assigned.

Kell, tormented by a love untamed,
His heart divided, pulled apart,
Could not reciprocate as Bianca claimed,
For another held his beating heart.

“I can’t care for you,” he softly spoke,
His voice laden with sorrow’s weight,
A confession that left their spirits broke,
Their bond tested, strained by fate.

Bianca, aware of his conflicted plight,
Accepted his truth with grace profound,
In her heart, a flickering light,
For Kell, her friendship did resound.

“Why do you stay?” he pleaded, distressed,
Seeking solace in her tender reply,
“I care for you,” she gently professed,
A reason pure, no question of why.

But regret loomed heavy in Marcell’s eyes,
As he observed the choices made,
He saw the pain, the love denied,
The consequences that wouldn’t fade.

“Do you regret?” Marcell asked, accusation in his tone,
Denying her feelings, like petals withered away,
He hoped to awaken what was overthrown,
To find redemption in love’s array.

But Kell’s response was resolute, yet bleak,
“Holding me here won’t revive what’s lost,
Even if I pretended, my heart wouldn’t speak,
Love can’t be forced at any cost.”

So Marcell, with pen in hand, crafted a verse,
An elegy for love’s shattered refrain,
A poem to capture the pain and curse,
Of hearts entangled, love’s bittersweet domain.

In the realm of words, he wove their tale,
Of Kell and Bianca, a bond misunderstood,
A tragedy of hearts destined to fail,
And the lessons learned in love’s tangled wood.

 

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Final Love, Eternal Embrace

Prompt: You are writing a book where the main character is about to die and only has a few moments with his lover. What would be the last line?

 

In fleeting dusk, the shadows grow,
A tale of love in twilights glow.
The main character, weak and frail,
Embraced his lover, their hearts unveiled.

Whispers danced upon the breeze,
Love’s symphony, a tender tease.
With every breath, their souls entwined,
A moment’s grace, a love defined.

The world stood still, time slipped away,
As death drew near, in disarray.
But in their gaze, a timeless spark,
A flame that burned through endless dark.

Their hands, entwined, a final plea,
To hold on tight, in destiny’s decree.
Eyes locked, they spoke without a word,
Love’s essence felt, their spirits stirred.

And in that moment, bittersweet,
Their love transcended, oh, so fleet.
For as the character took one last breath,
Love remained, conquering even death.

And so, with love, their spirits flew,
Beyond the realms, forever true.
In memories, their story thrives,
As love’s last whisper softly dies.

For in the end, as their hearts soar high,
Love’s legacy shall never die.
And as their souls forever entwine,
Their love endures, through space and time.

So let their tale forever shine,
A testament to love divine.
In the echoes of their final embrace,
Their love lives on, in infinite grace.

And as the curtain gently falls,
A poignant silence now befalls.
In those last moments, forever gone,
Their love lives on, their spirits one.

So let this tale forever bind,
Two souls that fate could not unbind.
And in this book, the ending’s near,
But love’s last line, eternal and clear.

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Telstra’s Resolve

“What are you doing? Why are you still holding…back?! Have you forgotten what they said to us? What they did? They think you’re a monster!! Prove them RIGHT!!!”

Telstra Spinx

In a moment of tempestuous plight,
Telstra’s powers flicker, a dormant might,
“What are you doing? Why hold back the flame?
Have you forgotten their words, their cruel game?

They label you a monster, an abhorrent sight,
But their ignorance blinds them from your true light.
Unleash the fury that dwells deep within,
Prove them right, let the storm begin!

For they know not the strength you possess,
The resilience within, the power to impress.
Rise, oh Telstra, embrace your might,
Unleash your essence, ignite the night!

No more shall their judgment chain you down,
No longer will you wear society’s frown.
With defiance as your guide, your spirit alight,
Prove them right, let your powers take flight!

Break the shackles, set your soul free,
Embrace the monster they claim you to be.
In your flames, their doubts shall ignite,
A testament to the power they failed to sight.

Oh Telstra, let their whispers fade,
Your destiny awaits, in darkness you wade.
Prove them right, let your strength unfurl,
For within your heart, an extraordinary world.”

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Echoes of the Unrealized

Quote: “Suddenly you realize you’ll never have the good relationship you wanted. But as long as they were alive even though you’d never admit it. Part of you, the stupidest goddamn part of you is still holding on to that chance.”

 

In the depths of longing, a bittersweet truth,
A realization dawns, a heartache's sleuth.
The good relationship you sought, forever denied,
Yet a flicker remains, deep within, can't hide.

Suddenly, clarity strikes, a painful blow,
The truth echoes, as if in a whispering flow.
Though you won't admit, a secret held tight,
A part of you clings, yearning for that light.

The foolish par, relentless and strong,
Holding onto hope, against all that's wrong.
For as long as they're alive, a silver of chance,
Keeps the ember of possibility in a dance.

But the truth stands firm, unyielding and clear,
The good relationship desired, destined to veer.
Yet still, you hold on, a silent tribute to the past,
A testament to love's endurance, steadfast.
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Via Sanguinis et Honoris/Path of Blood and Honour

Honour, a virtue of a profound esteem,
What lies within your grasp, do you deem?
You, who've never tasted fear's bitter breath,
Learn of honour, ere posing as a warrior, death.

Before you tread upon that crimson lane,
Where no false steps endure, none remain,
A path that stretches to the endless abyss,
Where melody dies and knees gently kiss.

Sorrow intertwines with agony's sting,
And praise takes the hue of blood, echoing.
This path leads but one way, no retreat,
With foes and comrades, its trials complete.

It snatches without mercy, devoid of remorse,
Into the hands of death, on this perilous course.
For the name bestowed upon you, a weight to bear,
And for your ancestors, their legacy to share.
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The Absent of Loss: Family Will be Missed

In the realm where sorrow dwells,
Amidtst the ache that memory tells,
There lies a tale of love's refrain,
"The absent of Loss," a heartfelt
strain

Family dear souls, forever entwined
Their presence, a balm to hearts
inclined,
Yet fate, with its merciless twist,
Deems thier departure, an agonizing
tryst.

The void now looms, a vast expanse,
Echoing laughter and sweet romance,
Their voices silenced, no longer heard,
Leaving behind a melancholic chord.

Oh, family cherished, deeply adored,
Your absence leaves our spirits flored,
In every corner, your essence we trace,
But longing intensifies in your in your empty space.

Memories , like wispers, softly arise,
Weaving taales of love thst never dies,
Each smile, each touch, forever embraced,
In our souls, your presence froever encased.

Though stories shared and pictureheld,
In hearts united, bonds unparalleled,
Family's legacy, an eternal flame,
Igniting hope, despie the pain.

For love transcends the bounds of time, 
Guiding us forward, amdist life's climb,
In each passing day, we honor and find,
The beauty of fmaily, ever intetwined.

so, in he absence of their earthly
form,
Their spirits linger, through life's
storm,
And as we reminisce with misty eyes,
Family enures, never truly dies.

"The absent of Loss," a poignant plea,
To cherish kin with love's decree,
For though they're missed,
forevermore,
family's eessence, in our souls, will
soar

 

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Fearful Manifestation

In the depths of despair, where shadows dance,
A quote lingers, invoking a chilling trance,
“Fear will be your downfall, peasant,” it cries,
A bleak lamentation, as hope slowly dies.

Oh, hapless peasant, lost in fear’s cruel grip,
Your trembling soul, with anguish, starts to slip,
Like vultures circling, fear preys upon your mind,
Feeding on doubts, leaving scars undefined.

In the bleak abyss, where nightmares reside,
Whispers of terror grow, like a rising tide,
Fear’s bony fingers, upon your spirit they prey,
Dragging you down into an endless decay.

Each step you take, burdened by doubt’s chains,
Trapped in a labyrinth of agonizing pains,
The voice of reason drowned in fear’s wailing cries,
Your dreams crushed, beneath ominous skies.

Dark tendrils of despair, they smother your will,
Rendering you powerless, unable to fulfill,
Fear paints illusions, distorting every sight,
A desolate landscape where hope takes flight.

“Fear will be your downfall,” the chant echoes still,
A haunting reminder of your soul’s impending ill,
But amidst the shadows, a flicker of defiance gleams,
A glimmer of strength, born from shattered dreams.

For in the darkest nights, embers still ignite,
A beacon of resilience, burning ever bright,
Rise, oh weary peasant, from fear’s cold embrace,
Unleash the fire within, let it leave its trace.

Confront the specters that haunt your broken mind,
With eyes ablaze, the darkness you shall blind,
For fear’s dominion is but a feeble façade,
In your heart, a warrior, unyielding and unflawed.

Though fear may whisper, its words filled with dread,
Carry on, dear peasant, with courage as your thread,
And as you journey through the realms of despair,
Unleash your spirit, for it shall never wear.

Though fear may threaten to be your tragic fate,
Embrace the shadows, for they too shall abate,
For in the depths of darkness, resilience shall rise,
And fear, defeated, shall meet its own demise.

So let the bleakness of fear become your guide,
Through its chilling depths, let your strength preside,
For in the face of darkness, a glimmer of hope is sown,
And fear, your downfall, shall be overthrown.

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Shattered Reflections

The crystal mirror, locked away,
Behind a door in a tower's gray,
Guarded by soldiers, staunch and
true,
A love once cherished, lost to you.

Betrayed by words, by deeds, by lies,
Your heart shattered, your spirit dies,
The mirror's image now distorted,
Its beauty marred, its purpose thwarted.

The soldiers' swords, their armor
bright,
Reflect the cold and bitter night,
The tower sands, a lonely keep,
Where dreams of love are laid to
sleep.

No more the warmth, the gentle
grace,
Of love once felt in your embrace,
The mirror's shards now cut your soul,
And leave you broken, dark and cold.

No light can enter, no hope can stay,
In the tower where your love must lay,
Its brilliance dimmed, its beauty
faded,
By the hand of one who once
betrayed.

So let the soldiers stand their post,
and guard the mirror, at any cost,
For love once lost, can never be
found,
Locked away in that tower's cold 
ground.
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Kingdoms in Bloom

In days of old, when spring began,
Two kingdoms clashed, a bitter span,
Their hatred deep, their anger hot,
Their swords clashed, in a battle fought.

But in the midst of all the strife,
A love was born, like sprouts of life,
Two hearts that beat as one, despite
The hatred that they’d learned to cite.

Their love was true, their passion strong,
But from their kingdoms, cries of wrong,
Forbade them from their love to show,
And forced them to keep it low.

In spring, when life begins anew,
Their love grew strong, and blossomed too,
But just as quickly, came the end,
As summer’s heat began to blend.

For though their love was strong and true,
Their kingdoms’ hatred, it outgrew,
And in the end, they had to part,
Their love, like spring, was but a start.

And so their love, like springtime’s bloom,
Was beautiful, but met its doom,
For though their love was strong and fair,
Their kingdoms’ hatred, it did not spare.

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Susurrat in umbra: Narratio de proditione et deceptione

In shadows deep, a plot was hatched
Deception, lies, and fear were matched
My ex, a girl with secrets dark
Used a friend close, to leave her mark

A betrayal so dark, it chilled the bone
As secrets whispered, were left unknown
My friend, acting like all was fine
Concealed the truth, the ultimate crime

The girl I loved, so close to me
Used her friend, as a tool to see
How much pain, she could inflict
As I stood alone, my heart was tricked

Lies, so many, it’s hard to count
Betrayal, a wound that will not mount
My friend, a shadow of her past
Used as a pawn, her loyalty didn’t last

Secrecy, the weapon of choice
As trust was broken, and love destroyed
Bleak and dark, my world did turn
As I was left to slowly burn

My ex, a master of manipulation
A puppeteer of human creation
My friend, a pawn in her game
As my heart was left in shame

In shadows deep, the truth was found
As my world came tumbling down
Betrayal, lies, and secrets dark
Left me alone, with a broken heart.

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