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Of blackest night and shadowed dreams,
Under the watchful eye of moon,
The world tears apart at the seams,
And everywhere, pieces are strewn.
Desperate, I try so hard,
To fix was has been left for me.
Born of chaos, still so scarred,
I search for something that cannot be.
Each one of them is a part of me,
The blame, the death, even the doom.
Surely not only I can see,
While some have died, others still bloom.
Not all I create is born of fear.
What about dreams, or soothing sleep?
For those poor souls, I shed a tear,
And for my own, I can only weep.
Under the watchful eye of moon,
The world tears apart at the seams,
And everywhere, pieces are strewn.
Desperate, I try so hard,
To fix was has been left for me.
Born of chaos, still so scarred,
I search for something that cannot be.
Each one of them is a part of me,
The blame, the death, even the doom.
Surely not only I can see,
While some have died, others still bloom.
Not all I create is born of fear.
What about dreams, or soothing sleep?
For those poor souls, I shed a tear,
And for my own, I can only weep.
Literature
A World of Blood
A World of Blood:
The spirits whisper on a chilling wind
As the blood continues to flow.
I can hear the demons screaming within
As the darkness continues to grow...
Humankind will always be foolish;
Rash decisions are an instinctive need.
But how could they have forgotten our ways;
Tradition is lost to greed...
The zealous will kill the innocent again
As the greedy play out a game of chess.
A book of gods becomes a creed;
It is a ragged shell at best...
My sisters die in the tens of hundreds
And innocent girls are slaughtered like swine.
I'm afraid that in this dying world;
The God of Blood shall dine...
The blind shall follo
Literature
Reaper in the Shadows
I am the dust in the gathering light,
Heard in the drop of morning rain,
Looming within the rose bud,
A speck in night's velvet wake.
I whisper louder than Zephyr,
Sing with a voice that's croaked,
You hear me beneath the screams,
Of fears Silence cloaked.
As warm as Love's confusion,
As cold as the other's heart.
The shady, cunning warrior,
Who tears the world apart.
You'll find me drowned in water,
Buried deep in desert sand.
Unseen like the wisp of vapor,
That came from no man's land.
Freed to be caged forever,
In an endless labyrinthian maze.
Where each dead end is my escape,
And waxed wings are set ablaze.
Literature
As the Moon
You're like the moon
The sun is loud, It will shine at whoever will look
But you do not do that
No, you glow for only Earth only us
You shine beautifully, Lighting all places that need it
A pure white
Like fallen snow
Sometimes you are hidden, Sometimes the darkness steals you away
But you come back
And you always will
So chin up, Keep shining
And know that
The ones who look for you are the most precious
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EDIT AGAIN: I won! Thank you everyone who voted and supported me, you're all completely amazing and I love you 
EDIT: You can vote for your favourite entry here: [link]
Thanks a bundle!
Another contest entry! This time for #knownames
Theme: Personal Mythology
As the title states, I chose Nyx as my figure to relate to.
In Hesiod's literature, he claimed that Nyx was the mother of many different gods and goddesses, and most them represented awful, awful things. (Death, Doom, Age, Deception, Strife, etc)
Not all of her children were representations of such things though. There was always Sleep, Dreams, Friendship, as well as Day.
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How does that relate to me?
Well, at times I feel people see me only for the worst in me and the things I create, rather than seeing the pictures as a whole. Of course, I make mistakes- like anyone else. But a lot of the time it seems what I have created or done holds me back from doing things, much in the same way Nyx was blamed for bringing those gods into the world.
Oh! I also feel like people always hold me responsible when things go wrong or when something doesn't work out.
That explanation failed.
What i mean to say is that a person should speak for themselves, and people should not judge based on their actions or associations. I find that at times because I'm an atheist people assume I'm a terrible person or the likes. Simply not true. Nyx may have been the mother of such gods, but that means nothing compared to her power.
Even if that doesn't make any sense, I hope you like!
EDIT: You can vote for your favourite entry here: [link]
Thanks a bundle!
Another contest entry! This time for #knownames
Theme: Personal Mythology
As the title states, I chose Nyx as my figure to relate to.
In Hesiod's literature, he claimed that Nyx was the mother of many different gods and goddesses, and most them represented awful, awful things. (Death, Doom, Age, Deception, Strife, etc)
Not all of her children were representations of such things though. There was always Sleep, Dreams, Friendship, as well as Day.
[link]
How does that relate to me?
Oh! I also feel like people always hold me responsible when things go wrong or when something doesn't work out.
That explanation failed.
What i mean to say is that a person should speak for themselves, and people should not judge based on their actions or associations. I find that at times because I'm an atheist people assume I'm a terrible person or the likes. Simply not true. Nyx may have been the mother of such gods, but that means nothing compared to her power.
Even if that doesn't make any sense, I hope you like!
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