Sin

Charm’s Manipulative Dance

23/6/23
In golden words she weaves her tale, 
A charming guise, a captivating veil.
"I'm pretty and smart," her lips declare,
While her eyes gleam with a knowing stare.

With cunning grace, she dances the game,
A master of manipulation, her aims untamed.
Her smile, a weapon, disarms with ease,
As she weaves her web of sweet deceit.

But behind that smile, a darkness resides, 
A heart detached, where empathy hides.
Her words, like whispers, they beguile,
Yet truth eludes her calculating guile.

Beneath the surface, a dismissive air,
She dances with power, devoid of care.
Her laughter, a mask, conceals her intent,
Leaving others to wonder where loyalty went.
For those who trust, her presence divine,
Yet beware the allure of her beguiling design.
Her charm, a façade, a fleeting ruse,
Leaving hearts shattered, and souls confused.

Oh, pretty and smart, she claims to be,
But her actions speak louder, for all to see.
A puppeteer of emotions, she plays her part,
Leaving behind a trail of broken hearts.

So be wary, dear souls, of her captivating spell,
For beneath her beauty lies a tale to tell.
In her realm of manipulation, she may reign, 
But true connection, she can never attain.
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Immortal Warden

6/11/23

Prompt: The Immortal Warden

Oh, my misguided friend, make no mistake. This is no mere episode of corruption of my eternal conviction. I shall find no solace until I find my enemies writhing in agonizing pain beneath the pressure of my blade, begging for mercy amongst the bodies of their fallen brothers, regretting and ruining the day in which they crossed me. Which I shall deny them such mercy as death.

 

In shadows deep, where darkness dwells,
A figure stern, the immortal Warden, tells
Of battles fought with fiery might,
And enemies crushed in eternal night.

Oh, my misguided friend, he cries,
This corruption breeds no compromise.
With unwavering conviction, he stands tall,
Vowing vengeance, to make them fall.

No solace sought, no respite found,
Until his foes lie broken on the ground.
Beneath his blade, in pain they writhe,
their final Breaths, the price of their strive.

Begging for mercy, they'll tremble, they'll
plead,
Yet his heart of steel will pay no heed.
Amidst the fallen, their brothers lost,
Regret will consume them, a bitter cost.

For they dared to cross his righteous path,
Invoking the wrath pf this immortal's wrath.
No mercy granted, no release from life,
They'll taste the bitter edge of his strife.

Oh. Immortal Warden, relentless and true,
Your vengeance burns with a crimson hue.
Through battles waged, your legend's born,
A symphony of anguish, your enemies torn.

In the annals of time, your name shall be 
sung,
A mythic figure, with songs forever young.
For you are the guardian, unyielding,
unchained,
Forever marked, by the vengeance you've
attained.
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Skin’s Veiled Vengeance

Shyeli: A man once told me to put on some clothes (menacing laugh)….So I wore his skin.

 

In the realm of shadows, where fears reside,
A chilling tale takes shape, where darkness hides.
A man, with arrogance, dared to berate,
Unleashing a venom that sealed his own fate.

“Put on some clothes,” his words unkind,
But little did he know what lay behind.
Shyeli, the enigma, with her eerie art,
Embraced his challenge, tearing his world apart.

She shed her gentle guise, a sinister ruse,
Slipping into darkness, where evil accrues.
With whispered laughter, she sought to amend,
Wearing his skin, a means to transcend.

The man’s visage became her twisted attire,
A macabre costume that fueled her fire.
She donned his essence, his identity lost,
A haunting transformation, at a dire cost.

Through the moonlit nights, she would roam,
Cloaked in the guise of the man she called home.
A chilling reminder of her vengeance uncurled,
As she taunted the wicked, making them unfurl.

Beware those who judge, with scornful intent,
For Shyeli lurks, her presence unbent.
She wears the skins of those who disdain,
Extracting retribution, their own sins to gain.

In the end, the man’s words came full circle,
A haunting echo, his fate now eternal.
For Shyeli, the avenger, remains in the fray,
A reminder that darkness will always find its way.

So heed this warning, as the night draws near,
Tread carefully, for Shyeli’s presence is clear.
Her tale of vengeance, in shadows it gleams,
A chilling reminder of the power of dreams.

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