Soul entwined

Monstrous Beast, Still Loved

23/6/26

In the Fairy Forest, a tale unfurled, Where a 
tower stood, worn, yet tall.
A knight adorned in silver, fearsome knight, 
And a woman, clad in white, stood by his 
side,
With opal necklace gleaming bright, and 
hair of white.

"What if my real face was hideous?" he 
asked, With a voice tinged with doubt, his 
heart entwined.
"Fear not," she replied, with gentle grace,
"For your visage matters not in love's 
embrace."

"Would it still be fine, if a monstrous beast I 
be?" His words echoed, carried by the 
whispering breeze.
A pause ensued, but her answer was clear,
"Yeah," she said, her voice tender and 
sincere.

"So, I'd still want to see it, in all its form,
For the essence of your being holds love's 
charm.
A face matters not, when souls intertwine,
As long as it's you, my love, your heart 
divine."

In the Fairy Forest, a love bloomed strong.
Amidst silver armor and a hood, dark and dread, 
With a woman dressed in white, an 
opal's glow, And a knight, finding solace in 
love's embrace,
Together, they found beauty in the depths of 
grace.
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Court Ruling

Prompt: Court Ruling

Prompt Conversation:

Keeta: Forget the trial. We should just execute them.

Isa: No!! I want to hear them make their case. I want them to think of what we might do to them. Because I want to do something worse.


In the realm of justice, passions ignite,
Where minds clash and shadows take their 
flight.
Keeta cries for swift execution's might,
While Isa yearns for a tale in the court's 
light.

"Forgo the trial," Keeta boldly declares,
Impatient, seeking justice unawares.
"Let's cast aside their pleas, their feeble 
claims,
And render retribution without refrains."

But Isa's heart, in darkness, takes its stand,
A deeper purpose she holds in her hand.
"I yearn to hear them speak, to bear their 
plea,
For justice lies in knowing what they see."

"I want them to think of what we might do,
To ponder their fate, their actions undue.
For in their fears, they'll feel our wrath take 
flight,
A punishment surpassing darkest night."

The court convenes, the stage set for the 
fray,
A symphony of justice in disarray.
Defendant and accuser face each other,
As the echoes of their sins start to smother.

The accused, with trembling voices, 
commence,
Their pleas for mercy mingling with 
suspense.
They recount their tale, a dance of despair,
Hoping for clemency, a chance to repair.

Keeta's eyes blaze with anger and disdain,
Each word fueling her desire to maim.
But Isa's gaze holds secrets, unseen power,
Her thirst for vengeance, growing by the 
hour.

The evidence laid bare, the arguments 
tossed,
The court must decide, no matter the cost.
Keeta, consumed by fury, pleads her case,
While Isa, silent, wears a stoic face.

The judges deliberate, the hour draws near,
And the weight of their verdict, full of fear.
Keeta dreams of bloodshed, swift and 
severe,
While Isa's vengeance whispers, crystal 
clear.

The ruling is rendered, justice's decree,
A balance of mercy and cruelty we see.
Keeta, disappointed, her anger unmet,
While Isa's vengeance deepens, a darker 
threat.

In the realm of justice, passions collide,
And the echoes of punishment still reside.
Keeta and Isa, forever entwined,
A testament to the complexity of the mind.

For in their hearts, a longing to find peace,
But divergent paths dictate their release.
And as the court adjourns, their souls 
entwist,
A testament to justice's delicate twist.


 

			

	
					

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Passionate Souls Unveiled

	

	

		
	

		

		
In the realm where passion dances free,

Where souls entwined, a symphony,

I paint a verse of intimacy’s grace,

A tapestry woven in desire’s embrace.


Within these lines, let secrets unfold,

Where whispers of yearning take hold,

Where seduction’s flame burns bright and pure,

Unveiling depths of love so sure.


In the depths of night, our bodies find,

A rhythm that echoes, intertwines,

Exploring the realms of sacred sensation,

Unveiling desires with no hesitation.


Caressed by the moon’s soft, gentle glow,

Our spirits entangled, love’s currents flow,

In this sacred space, our connection unspoken,

Our bodies and minds, a language unbroken.


With every touch, our senses ignite,

Bodies aflame, souls take flight,

The essence of pleasure, an artful display,

In each tender moment, our worries sway.


In this private realm where vulnerability lies,

We shed our masks, beneath the starry skies,

Two souls colliding, in a dance of trust,

Exploring depths, so passionate, so just.


Oh, sweet surrender, our bodies as one,

Lost in the maze, where time is undone,

Bound by desires that refuse to subside,

In this dance of passion, our spirits confide.


Intimacy weaves its enchanting spell,

In the sacred chamber where secrets dwell,

A journey of souls, ever intertwined,

In the tapestry of love, our hearts enshrined.


So let us revel in this personal bliss,

Lost in each other, in a moment’s kiss,

For in this union, we find sanctuary,

A testament to love’s boundless capacity.

			

	
					

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