I have seen it all.

From a kingdom’s fall, to a crow’s final call,

I have seen it all.

From the tears of a child, to the death of one mild,

I have seen it all.

The gentle touch of the lips, a secretly stolen kiss,

I have seen it all.

The joy, the pain, the things we have made,

I have seen it all.

I just wish I could see you one more time.

I have seen it all, but there are some thing...

It was a journey of a soul, who’s legends long told,

Bitter from the cold, trying to fit in the mold,

When something had snapped, the facade had cracked,

And he found himself within the wreckage....

Dance of the thorns, from those who mourn,

Brittle from blight, hide from the light,

The grave can not hold, what was meant to be told,

The hurt that they hold, from fables of old,

Tale of valiant deaths, or little children taking their final breaths,

The harm will not stop, as bones pop,

Because even the dead have stories to tell...

“ Your majesty. “ a man knelt before him, his singular blue eye closing as he bowed his head.

“ You may rise. “ Aldrick nodded politely. The king had a secret loathing for the worship of him, or rather his title, and was always displeased by such things. These sorts of gestures should only be shown to someone truly worthy of them.

“ What is your need, speak now and I will do whatever I might b...

( Doing this prompt but swapped)

“ No- No I swear- I’m not the same as I was before “ Aldrick said frantically, waving his hands as he took a few steps back. Heart pounding, he tripped on the rug, falling backwards onto his bed.

“ Your majesty, you require medical attention. Do not deny yourself of it any longer. “ Almax said, the advisor’s husband speaking up soon after.

“ He is right you kn...

Love. A four letter word that is not freely given. As a highly held emotion, it takes a lot of care and practice to gain it from another. Even so, where I hail from, it is a core value, our belief, our way of thinking as a society, that we should care for each other as if we were all one big family. A family that was functional anyways. Welcome to Coloria, where our king liberated us. Our gods pro...

Leahla looks around her father’s room, eyes settling on a small box seemingly shoved under the bed. She glanced around, catching her reflection in the mirror, pink eyes meeting pink. Her blond hair was nicely kept, shining like her brother’s, even after cutting most of it off. Tired of staring at her appearance, she went over to the small carved wooden.. letter holder. Yes, inside were her father’...

Hydrus’s face, gone

His entire race, gone

His kingdom’s he once tried to keep safe, gone

His husband with good tastes, gone

The simple joys he once embraced, gone

To them him alive, he must survive

To keep away the lies, he must survive

To preserve their fights, he must survive

For them to be remembered, he must survive

To do anything worth while in this life, he must survive...

Aldrick stared blankly at his reflection, unable to recognize who he was. His eyes remained the same shade, gold, and he still bore his scars.. yet what he saw in the mirror was not a scared boy, yearning for the pain to end, but rather a king. This.. this couldn’t be him. It simply made no sense. He can’t look so composed all the time, so regal, so.. put together. It just doesn’t add up! He- He d...

((Tw! Abuser’s side of abuse! Manipulation! Proceed with caution!!))

Estia, Estia, Estia, a name of pure pain.

Pity, pity, pity, something she does not gain.

Sorrow, sorrow, sorrow, is all that she brings.

It’s not my fault, her heart will sing.

Parents, parents, parents, which shown no love.

How, how, how, was she to shove.

Her heart, her heart, her heart, into his hands.

When he had oth...