The gaze of a king,
A rotten ruler by a crown adorned,
Without any regard for life,
Cruelty is the weapon,
Sitting on the throne,
With a wave of a hand,
Condemns souls,
To eternal death,
His word is the law,
In this kingdom behold,
For there is no escape,
From the king’s hold,
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Patrick Rain
The lad marched with a steady pace, hemmed in between the escort. The four guards encircled him from every direction, leading him down the hall. They had almost no facial expressions, besides the occasional evil glare. The only human characteristic they retained were the heartbeat and a need for air. The lights were dim, and there were no windows which made the corridor feel humid and hot. The wooden floor creaked every few steps, but the door at the end lingered in the distance like it had no intention of moving closer. Continue reading
Darkness that is created by light,
Shadows of things illuminated by the sun,
Things casting shadows – why?
If light is everything good,
Why does it create the dark –
Shadows that spread wide?
Their hands reaching with desires,
Yet they can’t grasp,
The darkness – defenseless, powerless
Or is it?
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Patrick Rain
It was one of those days,
Where the sky is soundlessly lead,
It looms over you – smiling overhead,
A gaze of heavens with a tinge of fortune,
That’s the recipe for luck,
Swinging wide by good chance struck,
It was one of those days,
Where you don’t chase the sky,
For it follows in your footsteps,
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Patrick Rain
The music was load,
A cacophonous cloud,
of hypnotizing clamor,
The people shuffled around,
Dancing, smiling by the spell bound,
Eyes closed – voiceless
Words were dead, lips shut –
He struggled to find a way out,
The sense of direction broken,
The crowd surrounded him – pushed to the wall,
In his mind he fell through the hole,
Walking, struggling – running
Out of the crowd of people,
The music redoubled, lights flashed,
Burned by the beat,
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Patrick Rain
A heart of fangs,
That knows no fear,
Challenging everything,
It’s a pounding life source –
Of hope, determination and dreams,
Fueling the ambitions,
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Questions for everything,
A raised hand,
That yields nothing,
Sat sad said,
Nothing,
The empty room,
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The sword was an antique piece. It wasn’t cared for all these year, that’s for sure, but underneath the thick layer of dust and cobwebs was a beautiful ornamented blade that’s destined for the museum. Its blade was straight and quite short with a hilt that had a big pummel. The pummel itself seemed to be gilded and ornamented with various jewels or gemstones. Continue reading
The rain is falling,
But the sky is clear,
Her eyes are white,
But she sees you,
She smiled to you,
Her teeth pure white,
Her pale face,
Your heart begins to pace,
The fly is buzzing,
The spider danced in her hand,
Her dress of simple rags,
Her grin – your very end portends,
The shadow grows on the ground,
A pair of horns,
It dances around,
Your fate is set in stone,
To never see her, never more,
You run for home,
She’s already at the door,
She keeps on staring at you,
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Patrick Rain
Cloven shields littered the ground,
With the light rain striking the cheek,
Blood dripping from the gauntlets of the newly-crowned,
The air silent – still,
Enemy crawling in despair,
The struggle is won – no need to kill,
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