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In the land of Lakia,
Of the city in the sky.
Fate had mete out,
A young girl who had proved her worth,
To become a great Paladin one day.
And in a land far away,
In a nation not his own,
Battled a tested Warrior of rank,
Fought against nations of power and doom,
At the Lord Marshal's command,
For their relics were unbound.
And the young Paladin watched,
The raid parties come and go,
Hoping one day she could call one her own.
In the land of Lakia,
Of the city in the sky.
The young Paladin closed her eyes,
Many monsters had fallen to her blade,
In the harsh wind-bit lands of Amarkand,
The strongest of Club Dread,
Who beat her again and again,
Would not fall.
A tear stung her eye,
As she turned to her guild and cried,
"Help me please! Assistance I need,
Forgive my weakness I beg you please.
Change must be had and I am not strong enough to bring it alone,
The dread ones must fall!"
"They can fall another day youngling,
Go gather your strength and slay lesser evils."
They answered her thus,
As her tear fell into the dust.
In the land of Lakia,
Of the city in the sky.
In the many far distant lands of Lakia,
The Warrior heard her cry,
As he idled by the lakes of Kynari,
Whishing for a cause to fight for.
And he left the lush lands of Kynari,
To leave for the hard ones of Amarkand,
Hastening his stride for the dread ones fall.
"They will fall and they will die,
For I will be fighting by your side."
Was his reply to the young girl's cry.
Aika's breeze brought his promise to her ear,
And she rose her blade and shield,
Preparing to charge again.
Together the Warrior and Paladin rushed,
As the dreaded ones fell beneath their trust,
Forged by knowing that justice would prevail.
The battle was won, Club Dread had fallen.
In the land of Lakia,
Of the city in the sky.
The heroes stood in the dust of Amarkand,
The battle done suddenly shy,
Not knowing what to do,
Waiting for each other to speak.
The Paladin spoke first as he was the higher rank,
And reserved the right of silence.
"Thank you," she whispered,
Not daring to meet her comrade's eye,
For fear she'd fall in love with him.
Wiping the blood and sweat from his eye,
He smiled lightly and replied,
"It is what Guild mates and friends of battle do."
Not daring to meet her eye,
For fear she'd whack him with her sheild,
For thinking he was a flirt.
And so they strode away,
Luaghing as they would fight for Aika's glory,
Promising to be friends forever,
Although time would show,
How their love would grow.
In their land of Lakia,
Of the city in the sky.
Literature
Eight Thoughts About Nowadays
I.
I have forgotten how to write
Therefore I have forgotten how to exist.
II.
Life keeps tripping me every turn of the way
And I keep slipping in these ice-covered roads
III.
My hometown is screaming during the night
But I put on my headphones and try to sleep
IV.
People insist we don't care
And the moment we show them we do
They then try to discredit us
V.
My name means nothing to the world
VI.
Weeks go by and yet I still stand still
Waiting for autumn to turn into winter
VII.
The cold seep into my bones
And make me even more fragile than I already am
(My heart is frozen and I shiver)
VIII.
"Make me a poem" they say
I can't anymore
I
Literature
Her Life
I saw her life in those eyes
with cut-throat stares
and withered looks of daze,
each lid half open
and their cores darted where
they thought it was safe.
Her pupils swirled as hurricanes
with streaks of rain
maroon across a razor blade.
Sharing what words can't speak
and luring in the
sting of the day.
I saw her life in that skin,
painted with a tiny needle that could
delve deeper in what she knew
and who she was, then what.
Like an apple tossed aside to rot
darted across were plum-hue stains
and beautiful scars, an abstract dance of
healing and hurt.
Covered in what she screamed,
her body was masked in poetry,
long-tol
Literature
I dont know what to tell
I wish I could tell everything,
But I have no right words:
I’ve lost all I knew.
How to shape all you feel
So they can understand?
What I feel? Am I failed?
Days go past away.
Something eats my time.
I don’t know what I want,
I don’t know who I am.
I’ll soon really fall in the pit of doom,
Stasis of grief and despair.
Where I am? Is today is today?
Or tomorrow, or yesterday?
Where I’ll come? Where to turn?
There’s no answers for me.
I don’t know what to tell.
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Absolutely wonderful I was so hoping that there was a part two because I really enjoyed reading that!