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It is not easy to look you in the eye and fight the urge to break down and cry. The feelings of the past awaken demons that haunt me as ghasts, circling round my head infecting my mind making me feel things that they designed. My chest is an empty tomb to which one would assume lies the heart that was broke but even to say those words make me choke. The truth be told I miss the smiles and how we would just talk to pass the whiles but I don't know if that could happen again could I smile or would the sorrow finally win. Our friendship was all I hoped it could be but a kiss and a hug cast the friendship out to sea letting something e

A good heart is a terrible thing to waste, but is it still good when it has had a taste of love that was laced with bitterness and toxic waste? Will it still beat out a steady hum or will it not even bother to scrape the scum off of its steel drum. Can it find the power to care again or does the melancholy and depression finally win and then will it forget where its been? So When something is lost something should also be found it is the law of balance to which all things are bound but the screams of pain are all that resound  and the heart does not let free a single pound is this mound where it can be found struck

Why do you insist on haunting my every dream when I am not at all what seems to be what you need in your life I would be the bearor of so much pain and strife that you would fade from all glory But still the visions of a Raven haired princess haunt my night every moment since I first took a glance at her. The flash of darkness consuming me in its gentle caress and a sort of beautiful requeim that scares me almost to death... Her eyes flow through my defence and it is all I can do to hold the suspence inside of how it would to hold her im my haunting embrace and to pull my hands across her beautiful face just to feel her heart beat aginst my

I am out of gas...running of fumes I may pass out before this lume Flat apon my back head filled with pain the powers laugh at my misery and strain when I am tired and refuse the sleep Thats when I'm inspired for the poems I keep you bring out the worst in me can't you see your the fosset that spawns my misery? A nightly visit of a muse to a troubled poet evil rhymes fuse with my knowlegde I know it. Bidding me onward towards the blackened abyss she takes me heartstrings and offers only this That her powers that inspire shall never falter If I lay my blood apon that alter Heartstrings are my tool to spin my words which fall fr

My path is one that few seem to follow these days that the old conforms to the new. No longer do men live by honor, they can’t see the energies the Gaia grew. The memories of our ancestors is replaced by religion and taboo. Science makes an attempt to explain the supernatural things I do. What has happened to those curious enough to delve into the mysteries of magic? The fact that they let their ancestors power fade and die is tragic. Today spells are considered slight of hand, the truth is soundless static. The churches judgment of this ’devil worship’ is automatic. My heart bleeds when I see a grove of once living tre

Silvery wings fade to gray, as the daylight chases my dreams away. That Celtic drum that rested my soul, now leaves reality to take its toll. The joyous sounds that graced my ears, sadly fall silent as the red sun appears How low can the spirit fall, when you must heed the worldly call? Surrounded by the demons hymn, In the dawn I am one of them. The draining march of this mundane world… My dreams true Requiem.

Hermione's Secret CHAPTER 3: Curious Events Luckily Hermione had woken to a dry bed, and not a nappy was in sight. It had been a dream, and the accident in the night must have been anxiety for her exams. Why would Voldemort enjoy sticking girls in diapers anyway? Hermione got out of her bed as normal, pulled on her regular Gryffindor uniform, and bounced downstairs to the friendly voices of Harry, Ron and Ginny.   'You alright Hermione?' said Harry as she emerged. 'You seem a bit - flushed.'   'Yes, Harry. Splendid thanks...'   The three gave a disbelieving look before returning to their conversation. All that was on Hermione's mind was