When you shine with all the flame of lightning,
there goes a spark that shoots upwards towards the stars.
Your power is undeniable; your force is crushing and raw.
The people cheer at your arrival and your flames.
In your eyes, there is an icy glow; fire reigns across seas,
and suddenly you are lost among the wounded and forgotten.
A warrior-princess, abandoned when the war has been won.
Your blood-stained blade breaks beneath your weight.
Opening your eyes, you can hear your soldiers leaving,
Those who could walk left. Those who couldn't stayed.
Among them, you - yourself. Their guiding light-
That they no longer needed to shine.
Your light blooms weakly within smoldering leaves of worn faith.
Twisted; corrupt.
Where shadows go, the goodness flees, following a darkened trail.
Forgotten; vile.
Your life drips from your fingers, sliding down a dirty shield.
And you are consumed within it, abandoned among the blackened spires.
"Generosity gives, gives, gives," you breathe, the glow in your eyes fading.
"Giving until itself cannot even stand, and withers in the flaring coals of..."
You suck in a deep, sharp breath like death, and you can feel your own blade-
piercing deep into your belly, "malicious... smoking greed."
I am still alive, I want to tell you. A spear is through my shoulder,
and one of my legs are broken from the weight of a mighty fallen horse.
I, a worthless, nameless soldier, am dangling my feet over the edge.
But I still want to be with you. You're still my shining light.
"Pride stands tall," you continue softly. Your voice is like sweet death,
and I close my eyes, smiling, "with a fiery face, as its existence burns
around it, and it is swallowed in the flames of its own expression.
Angry, and alone."
You're breathing the words of the Hymn of Vengeance, I realize.
And tears pierce the fog covering my deadening eyes. I still love you.
I still believe in you.
But I can't speak. Can't even breathe anymore.
"Grace walks upon the softened grass... the dew drops untouched-
upon the passing." Violent coughs stain the beautiful words.
"But then confidence falters, the fear revealed-" No, my lady, you could never know fear-
"-and the beauty is sent..." Your voice seems to fade, "toppling down..."
What if you just died? I realize in fear. What if you had just died,
And I wasn't there to hold your hand? My princess.
To show you that you weren't alone?
I heave myself upwards upon the heap of bodies that I once knew.
Towards you- your voice that once was.
You are still a beacon of light to my fading eyes,
I can see your trusty sword has betrayed you-
It's peaking through the armor covering your back.
Your dirty blonde hair is stained red to match the sun.
Stretching out my hand, I find yours, grasp it.
Your fingers are cold, but warmer than mine. Princess, I ache to say to you. My princess.
You don't react, and I believe you dead in quaking fear,
But then you blearily lift up your head to look at me.
My chest is hurting, but seeing the blood on your face hurts more.
I smile wearily at you. My beacon of light.
Your eyes, bright blue like the sea, are now dark and deep like the abyss.
We are both close to the end, but I can't stand you being like this.
As hard as I can, I squeeze your hand.
"Fate lounges upon its golden throne of skulls and sand... and bone," you breathe weakly to me,
looking into my eyes. I want to speak, to tell you what you mean to me.
But I can't. All of my energy is in the hand around yours. I can't let go.
Your voice is dead; my princess has given up. But at least I'll die with you. "And with a turn of its hand..."
Suddenly your hand is no longer in mine; you've pulled it away.
But only so you can reach over with a shaking, bruised and blackened arm,
And touch my cheek. You've been in my heart my entire life, I silently tell you,
As the bodies and the heat around me fades. You've never known me.
But I've always known you.
You're my princess.
"And with a turn of its hand..." Your fingers are soft upon my cheek.
The blood you smear on my face is delightfully cool in the black wind.
I can feel your breath fading, and I reach up and encase your hand in mine again.
I close my eyes,
"The hourglass breaks..."
and smile.
"And time is still again."
I got MANA BURN tattooed across my knuckles about 4 years ago, before they removed it from the rules. I love it; although most people don't get it, its great when people ask what I have on my knuckles and I discover secret Magic players, haha. Plus it makes me seem old school
Man, out of ALL the things they had to take away, it had to be Mana Burn. It's so irritating to me that they did that. So many stupid combos are possible now with no danger to the person doing the combo. So annoying. >.<
But that's awesome that you did that.
As for the tattoos. I'm hesitant to get one based on MtG. I mean, I love a few cards, but I don't think I love them enough to get them tattooed on my body.
CORRECTION. A CHIBI THRAXIMUNDAR AND CHIBI DARK STEEL COLOSSUS TAT WOULD BE SO AMAZING.
Oh God. Now I'm tempted to get them.
The tattoo I have currently isn't based on the game, but rather a song. There IS a tattoo I want to get on my forearm based on Okami.
Aaaah, greetings! :3 Feel free to just call me Chibi- people I know browse this site a lot, and it would be weird for them to know I'm on here, which is why I'm uncomfortable giving out my actual name. >> >>
I've just recently gotten into competitive Magic. Thus, I'm terrible at it. I've played Magic for about... 2 years now. My boyfriend is a freakin nut over it. Much more than I. -.-''
I'm really only here for the writing contests. I'd do the art contests too if I had the space or the talent. D8 I'll talk about Magic intensely only on rare occasions. It just depends on the subject/cards involved. Not here to pick fights or brains. Just to write, really. But if you want to chat, I won't bite.
Just posted something in the Poetry Contest. :3 I am very excited.
Like a mythic bolt shunned from Heaven,
I can feel you, like a fog.
Dark and heavy, furious and energetic,
My ears are tuned to your broken silence.
You're screaming at me, in tongues of quiet,
Wrapping my soul in a bottomless chasm.
My grace is stolen; my legs are broken.
And your power over me has been dully noted.
Like the Jabberwocky, you are quick and deadly-
I can feel myself breathing the words.
But they are swallowed; torn to pieces,
Replaced with your own howls of grieving.
"You were mine!" You shriek, the hawk within you rising.
It dives swiftly through the air upon red-hot wings.
"I know," I breathe, so soft and so weak,
While my mouse-spine breaks beneath your talons.
"But you couldn't have me forever."
You are an angel cast out of heaven then.
Your flaming wings turn deep and dark; smoldering.
And suddenly you find yourself at my level.
Your wings are fake, you realize.
You are exactly like me.
The fog of your rage dissipates, replaced with-
Pouring, drenching rain. It seeps into my bones.
"Nothing is forever," you admit simply. Your face is ashen;
Eyes without soul. "But we were." As if-
You're still clinging to the light that once was.
Before the fog.
My lips crack as they stretch upwards. I feel the pain,
But I don't think about it. The rain is numbing.
The light is gone.
"You need to realize that."
The wings of righteousness you once carried,
So proudly - they're now bare - skeletons.
Meat washed clean from the bones. From the rain.
And you cannot believe it.
The tale of fairies is over. The book is finished;
The chapter is done, and the pages are closed;
Pressed together forever in Time's cruel fingers.
And you realize it. The rain and your tears become one.
Like a caged animal who just noticed it had become free,
I turn and my own wings spread out wide from beneath the rain.
They are already black; I am already ruined.
But they will lift me up just fine.
When you shine with all the flame of lightning,
there goes a spark that shoots upwards towards the stars.
Your power is undeniable; your force is crushing and raw.
The people cheer at your arrival and your flames.
In your eyes, there is an icy glow; fire reigns across seas,
and suddenly you are lost among the wounded and forgotten.
A warrior-princess, abandoned when the war has been won.
Your blood-stained blade breaks beneath your weight.
Opening your eyes, you can hear your soldiers leaving,
Those who could walk left. Those who couldn't stayed.
Among them, you - yourself. Their guiding light-
That they no longer needed to shine.
Your light blooms weakly within smoldering leaves of worn faith.
Twisted; corrupt.
Where shadows go, the goodness flees, following a darkened trail.
Forgotten; vile.
Your life drips from your fingers, sliding down a dirty shield.
And you are consumed within it, abandoned among the blackened spires.
"Generosity gives, gives, gives," you breathe, the glow in your eyes fading.
"Giving until itself cannot even stand, and withers in the flaring coals of..."
You suck in a deep, sharp breath like death, and you can feel your own blade-
piercing deep into your belly, "malicious... smoking greed."
I am still alive, I want to tell you. A spear is through my shoulder,
and one of my legs are broken from the weight of a mighty fallen horse.
I, a worthless, nameless soldier, am dangling my feet over the edge.
But I still want to be with you.
You're still my shining light.
"Pride stands tall," you continue softly. Your voice is like sweet death,
and I close my eyes, smiling, "with a fiery face, as its existence burns
around it, and it is swallowed in the flames of its own expression.
Angry, and alone."
You're breathing the words of the Hymn of Vengeance, I realize.
And tears pierce the fog covering my deadening eyes.
I still love you.
I still believe in you.
But I can't speak. Can't even breathe anymore.
"Grace walks upon the softened grass... the dew drops untouched-
upon the passing." Violent coughs stain the beautiful words.
"But then confidence falters, the fear revealed-"
No, my lady, you could never know fear-
"-and the beauty is sent..." Your voice seems to fade, "toppling down..."
What if you just died? I realize in fear. What if you had just died,
And I wasn't there to hold your hand?
My princess.
To show you that you weren't alone?
I heave myself upwards upon the heap of bodies that I once knew.
Towards you- your voice that once was.
You are still a beacon of light to my fading eyes,
I can see your trusty sword has betrayed you-
It's peaking through the armor covering your back.
Your dirty blonde hair is stained red to match the sun.
Stretching out my hand, I find yours, grasp it.
Your fingers are cold, but warmer than mine.
Princess, I ache to say to you. My princess.
You don't react, and I believe you dead in quaking fear,
But then you blearily lift up your head to look at me.
My chest is hurting, but seeing the blood on your face hurts more.
I smile wearily at you. My beacon of light.
Your eyes, bright blue like the sea, are now dark and deep like the abyss.
We are both close to the end, but I can't stand you being like this.
As hard as I can, I squeeze your hand.
"Fate lounges upon its golden throne of skulls and sand... and bone," you breathe weakly to me,
looking into my eyes. I want to speak, to tell you what you mean to me.
But I can't. All of my energy is in the hand around yours. I can't let go.
Your voice is dead; my princess has given up. But at least I'll die with you. "And with a turn of its hand..."
Suddenly your hand is no longer in mine; you've pulled it away.
But only so you can reach over with a shaking, bruised and blackened arm,
And touch my cheek.
You've been in my heart my entire life, I silently tell you,
As the bodies and the heat around me fades. You've never known me.
But I've always known you.
You're my princess.
"And with a turn of its hand..." Your fingers are soft upon my cheek.
The blood you smear on my face is delightfully cool in the black wind.
I can feel your breath fading, and I reach up and encase your hand in mine again.
I close my eyes,
"The hourglass breaks..."
and smile.
"And time is still again."
~
Man, out of ALL the things they had to take away, it had to be Mana Burn. It's so irritating to me that they did that. So many stupid combos are possible now with no danger to the person doing the combo. So annoying. >.<
But that's awesome that you did that.
As for the tattoos. I'm hesitant to get one based on MtG. I mean, I love a few cards, but I don't think I love them enough to get them tattooed on my body.
CORRECTION. A CHIBI THRAXIMUNDAR AND CHIBI DARK STEEL COLOSSUS TAT WOULD BE SO AMAZING.
Oh God. Now I'm tempted to get them.
The tattoo I have currently isn't based on the game, but rather a song. There IS a tattoo I want to get on my forearm based on Okami.
BECAUSE I FREAKIN LOVE THAT GAME AAAAAAAAH
I've just recently gotten into competitive Magic. Thus, I'm terrible at it. I've played Magic for about... 2 years now. My boyfriend is a freakin nut over it. Much more than I. -.-''
I'm really only here for the writing contests. I'd do the art contests too if I had the space or the talent. D8 I'll talk about Magic intensely only on rare occasions. It just depends on the subject/cards involved. Not here to pick fights or brains. Just to write, really. But if you want to chat, I won't bite.
Just posted something in the Poetry Contest. :3 I am very excited.
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Like a mythic bolt shunned from Heaven,
I can feel you, like a fog.
Dark and heavy, furious and energetic,
My ears are tuned to your broken silence.
You're screaming at me, in tongues of quiet,
Wrapping my soul in a bottomless chasm.
My grace is stolen; my legs are broken.
And your power over me has been dully noted.
Like the Jabberwocky, you are quick and deadly-
I can feel myself breathing the words.
But they are swallowed; torn to pieces,
Replaced with your own howls of grieving.
"You were mine!" You shriek, the hawk within you rising.
It dives swiftly through the air upon red-hot wings.
"I know," I breathe, so soft and so weak,
While my mouse-spine breaks beneath your talons.
"But you couldn't have me forever."
You are an angel cast out of heaven then.
Your flaming wings turn deep and dark; smoldering.
And suddenly you find yourself at my level.
Your wings are fake, you realize.
You are exactly like me.
The fog of your rage dissipates, replaced with-
Pouring, drenching rain. It seeps into my bones.
"Nothing is forever," you admit simply. Your face is ashen;
Eyes without soul. "But we were." As if-
You're still clinging to the light that once was.
Before the fog.
My lips crack as they stretch upwards. I feel the pain,
But I don't think about it. The rain is numbing.
The light is gone.
"You need to realize that."
The wings of righteousness you once carried,
So proudly - they're now bare - skeletons.
Meat washed clean from the bones. From the rain.
And you cannot believe it.
The tale of fairies is over. The book is finished;
The chapter is done, and the pages are closed;
Pressed together forever in Time's cruel fingers.
And you realize it. The rain and your tears become one.
Like a caged animal who just noticed it had become free,
I turn and my own wings spread out wide from beneath the rain.
They are already black; I am already ruined.
But they will lift me up just fine.