Created: 23/10/02 Every time I light this fire, our love ignites, In the dancing flames, it finds new life, The warmth of your presence, forever in sight, In the crackling hearth, there's no room for strife. The memories we've made, they shimmer and glow, Like stars in the night, they brightly adorn, In the heart of this fire, our feelings still flow, With every flicker and spark, our love is reborn. The smoke in the air, a sweet, fragrant embrace, Recalls all the moments we cherished so dear, This fire's a symbol of our passionate grace, A love that endures, without doubt or fear. So as long as this fire continues to burn, Our love will persist, forever to yearn, In the warmth of the flames, our hearts will discern, That the love we share will forever return.
Spirit
Sacrificio de héroes
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Vekir, Guardian of Lamos, felt an eerie shift, This hero, no longer the noble spirit he once knew. Kneeling, she raised an ancient blade with a sinister lift, A blade obtained through sacrifice, darkness imbued. Her head lifted, revealing a visage stained with red, Tears of sorrow mingled with blood upon her chin. Vekir's voice filled with dread, "You've changed," he whispered, "What have you done?" But before his eyes, her resolve took form, The hero, consumed by a darkness unknown. As Vekir reached for the blade, a deadly storm, She stood tall, offering herself as a sacrifice, all alone. The room trembled with a dreadful hush, As she willingly embraced the blade's consuming maw. Her essence consumed, her spirit turned to dust, From the depths of Lamos, a demon did draw. El sacrificio de los ecos, she emerged, A demon born of sacrifice and pain. Her eyes glowed with a malevolent urge, A haunting echo of the hero that once did remain. Vekir, gripped by a twisted desire, Witnessed the transformation, his heart filled with dread. As the demon before him burned like a funeral pyre, The hero lost, consumed by the blade's dread. In the realm of Lamos, darkness reigned supreme, El sacrificio de los ecos, a demon born from tragedy. Vekir's quest for power, a wretched dream, For now, he faced a twisted manifestation of his apathy.