They killed my family, we were healers but they burned us for witches. I want revenge but I'm not strong enough "but you can become strong" the voice came from the chest I escape with. I'm not supposed to open it, but it will make me strong, I break the seals, a dragon towers over me."If you curse the light and bind yourself to me I will make you a Shiad Servant to a dark dragon." "I curse the light and I bind our blood as one, now I will show them what it's like to burn"
Poem first crack at writing in three years be kind by Dycantos, literature
Literature
Poem first crack at writing in three years be kind
Healing in the Open
my shell has cracked
my armour stripped
but i will not build them up again
for like covering a weeping wound
it invites infection
a tainting of the blood
a hating cynical infection
of a soul forgetting hope
my shell is cracked
my armor stripped
my shell kept me from drowning all alone
though it left only hate to breath
my armor kept safe from the battering storm
it chafed and left cynicism for all
my shell chiseled an cracked by a dull knife
my armor striped by shackles undeserved
my shell is cracked
my armor stripped
but when will the healing begin
have the poisons seep to deep
d
They killed my family, we were healers but they burned us for witches. I want revenge but I'm not strong enough "but you can become strong" the voice came from the chest I escape with. I'm not supposed to open it, but it will make me strong, I break the seals, a dragon towers over me."If you curse the light and bind yourself to me I will make you a Shiad Servant to a dark dragon." "I curse the light and I bind our blood as one, now I will show them what it's like to burn"
Poem first crack at writing in three years be kind by Dycantos, literature
Literature
Poem first crack at writing in three years be kind
Healing in the Open
my shell has cracked
my armour stripped
but i will not build them up again
for like covering a weeping wound
it invites infection
a tainting of the blood
a hating cynical infection
of a soul forgetting hope
my shell is cracked
my armor stripped
my shell kept me from drowning all alone
though it left only hate to breath
my armor kept safe from the battering storm
it chafed and left cynicism for all
my shell chiseled an cracked by a dull knife
my armor striped by shackles undeserved
my shell is cracked
my armor stripped
but when will the healing begin
have the poisons seep to deep
d
