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Mantra of the Ronin - 3.26.17
Death's blade reincarnate,
Bastard of the empire filled with hate,
Cast aside left to die and suffer the fate
Of his degenerate state.
Brothers false once thought lost grasp from the shadows,
Orchestrating plans of despair,
Their father twisted and deranged lay prostrate
Worshipping the demon's alter,
Waiting for the last son of the warrior mother to falter,
Longing to see his lifeless stare.
Windswept desert sands surround
As he stumbles forward,
Grasping at the whispers that resound,
Rebounding within his ravaged mind,
Answer of his desperate prayer,
"Find him, your last kin, find the elder"
Confusion inundates,
No food, no water, yet Yashua marches.
With each step his hate abates,
Giving way, opening clarity's gate.
Years pass and still he is hunted,
Still he fights for a life haunted,
Refusing to be defeated;
Not once has the soft voice repeated disappeared,
So he marches forward and with each step is assured,
As the fire within is stirred.
Countless fallen,
Sinful souls embodiment
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Await the Long Forgotten - 3.15.17
Wooden blades break the surface of the water,
Beaten drums keep the rhythm as warriors venture,
Windswept sails draw them closer to their goal,
To enlighten their souls, to fulfill their role,
Through adventure they marauder for their future,
For the sacred treasure, the hammer that holds power of untold measure.
Cataclysm nearing, the rent they must suture,
Or fear the end that beckons with grieving gods fighting,
And teeming demons striving to elicit suffering
To the Greenland masses wading through strife,
Searching for a new world promising life.
This world mottled with death where only the strong dictate the rules,
Where those who band together are cast out, called cowards, branded fools,
Is no longer viable.
Such was the warrior way,
Unsustainable but honorable,
Ideal but surreal.
The dwindled few set sail,
For a task doomed to fail,
Soon they shall no longer exist,
Their enemies freed from their iron fist,
But their children will persist,
Beyond the sands of time in the land they
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Adrift - 3.9.17
Sometimes I feel lost in this era of plenty,
A castaway in the sea of infinite possibility,
By myself to face my own destiny,
Fearing that these many paths of the future lay empty,
Devoid of love, of desire, of anxiety.
Being in the company of many
My existence seems unnecessary.
Unnoticed, the world turns independently.
But then I realize my responsibility,
I choose which paths to walk ultimately,
I choose in light or in spite undeniably,
In theory, this decision is mine alone,
And once made is set in stone.
So now I hone my ability to leave these waters
Purer than any before have known.
And in my pilgrimage, I can't help but to remember
Those individuals, like me, refusing to surrender,
Reaching out in the darkness toward one another,
Resolving to find hope and weather
This existential storm together.
We all are born on ships apart from one another,
But find heart in the chance of meeting each other
And start to realize that the marks left by such chance encounters
Shape our futures.
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Cora - 3.3.17
Married to death's dark hand,
Beneath this gloomy and charred land,
Marred by sands molten and fiery;
Trapped by ambitions hazy
Concocted by a mind crazy,
Beyond the reach of mortals lazy;
She walks.
Locks of her hair golden grow
As lover lost, his emboldened plot sowed.
Roots sink deep, a fate bestowed.
Entering the domain of the king
He sings, in search of his queen
For a cause most serene,
He's seen.
Dogs three guarding the entrance,
Seduced by song and perseverance;
Death angered assumes a trance to renew balance
To his realm, his dungeon, his sense;
Sad notes echo, his voice heard, she stumbles forward.
She glows, remembers as he walks toward;
Hearts stirred.
Murdered, death can only watch and hope,
Attempts to cope denied, destiny snatched,
Granted to a couple matched.
Escape nearing, Hades fearing, plants doubt,
Praying for love's flame to flicker out;
Their fate guaranteed, death's hand buried,
She's freed.
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Rommel 2.28.17
A man teaches his son the lessons of life,
Exemplifies ideals through his strife,
Heavy strides taken to denote his expectations
Yet manifestations of his playful side abound,
His teachings are sound,
Do not forget to live to love
And do not forget to love to live.
A father loves without condition,
His son loves without reservation,
There was a time they walked this world together,
That time could not last forever,
No longer does he need a guide,
He feels his mentor by his side
Even without sight gracing, he stands there facing
Life respecting the one he lost.
Those around him smile and cry,
Remembering his elder, no choice but to sigh,
Together they reminisce of times gone by
But see before them his spirit refusing to die,
Alive within those still here, still soaring high.
The son becomes a man,
Raising a family he knows he can
Instill those very lessons he was taught
To those special people he's got,
And in doing so reveres his father
Whose spirit from heaven peers
At a sight most wo
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Sacrifice - 2.24.17
We all have an inkling to choose the path of least resistance,
A notion to push on the door of least persistence,
But heroes don't conform to the norms of competence,
They exceed and bring down the walls of the customary,
Reduce the will of the ordinary.
Negate the destructive power of a tsunami
To find the courage to become a kamikaze,
For a cause greater than one's self,
To put one's ambitions on the shelf
Until the time is right,
Until forced to stand and fight;
For beliefs we all know are beyond the sight
Of ordinary men who are lost in flight.
Only those who possess the might
Are allowed the chance to escape into the night,
To live to redeem the plight of those forced to survive,
Until their dreams come alive
And dive deep into the hearts of man,
To span the ages of generations,
Past the pages of temptations
Into the creation of new nations;
Ones of representations of new stages,
Where truth breaks past the hardened cages,
Where the fire rages and burns the pages
Of litanies of un
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Death's blade reincarnate,
Bastard of the empire filled with hate,
Cast aside left to die and suffer the fate
Of his degenerate state.

Brothers false once thought lost grasp from the shadows,
Orchestrating plans of despair,
Their father twisted and deranged lay prostrate
Worshipping the demon's alter,
Waiting for the last son of the warrior mother to falter,
Longing to see his lifeless stare.

Windswept desert sands surround
As he stumbles forward,
Grasping at the whispers that resound,
Rebounding within his ravaged mind,
Answer of his desperate prayer,
"Find him, your last kin, find the elder"

Confusion inundates,
No food, no water, yet Yashua marches.
With each step his hate abates,
Giving way, opening clarity's gate.

Years pass and still he is hunted,
Still he fights for a life haunted,
Refusing to be defeated;
Not once has the soft voice repeated disappeared,
So he marches forward and with each step is assured,
As the fire within is stirred.

Countless fallen,
Sinful souls embodiment of corruption,
Left to rot in the path of destruction
All in the name of holy retribution;

Unwilling to accept the truth the serpents feed their delusion,
Prodding, provoking, controlling the masses with illusion,
Of power, of fame, of reputation
In attempts to steer clear of the inevitable conclusion.

He marches on,
Mantra, light as a song, guiding him closer to his long forgotten brother,
Lends his tired mind body and soul wings,
As he embraces the founder of the Order of the Silent Kings;
And fades away chanting
"Now your journey begins"
Wooden blades break the surface of the water,
Beaten drums keep the rhythm as warriors venture,
Windswept sails draw them closer to their goal,
To enlighten their souls, to fulfill their role,
Through adventure they marauder for their future,
For the sacred treasure, the hammer that holds power of untold measure.

Cataclysm nearing, the rent they must suture,
Or fear the end that beckons with grieving gods fighting,
And teeming demons striving to elicit suffering
To the Greenland masses wading through strife,
Searching for a new world promising life.

This world mottled with death where only the strong dictate the rules,
Where those who band together are cast out, called cowards, branded fools,
Is no longer viable.
Such was the warrior way,
Unsustainable but honorable,
Ideal but surreal.

The dwindled few set sail,
For a task doomed to fail,
Soon they shall no longer exist,
Their enemies freed from their iron fist,
But their children will persist,
Beyond the sands of time in the land they were destined to find.

Long after they are forgotten,
refugees shall emerge emboldened men,
To lay claim to that which was left behind.
Mind you demons, beware the descendants of Vikings.

Sing of their return you tortured, for they are the dawning of the reckoning,
Where evil shall be vanquished, unable to bear
The might of the one who wields Mjölnir.
Summon the Ragnarök, the righteous suffering we must not fear.
Sometimes I feel lost in this era of plenty,
A castaway in the sea of infinite possibility,
By myself to face my own destiny,
Fearing that these many paths of the future lay empty,
Devoid of love, of desire, of anxiety.

Being in the company of many
My existence seems unnecessary.
Unnoticed, the world turns independently.

But then I realize my responsibility,

I choose which paths to walk ultimately,
I choose in light or in spite undeniably,
In theory, this decision is mine alone,
And once made is set in stone.
So now I hone my ability to leave these waters
Purer than any before have known.

And in my pilgrimage, I can't help but to remember
Those individuals, like me, refusing to surrender,
Reaching out in the darkness toward one another,
Resolving to find hope and weather
This existential storm together.

We all are born on ships apart from one another,
But find heart in the chance of meeting each other
And start to realize that the marks left by such chance encounters
Shape our futures.

I breathe life into my memories
They walk with me when times get hairy
Remind me that there is nothing to be afraid of,
Nothing to be scared of,
That the darkness is just a test,
Best to embrace it and face it,

Knowing that in this we are united.
Married to death's dark hand,
Beneath this gloomy and charred land,
Marred by sands molten and fiery;
Trapped by ambitions hazy
Concocted by a mind crazy,
Beyond the reach of mortals lazy;
She walks.

Locks of her hair golden grow
As lover lost, his emboldened plot sowed.
Roots sink deep, a fate bestowed.
Entering the domain of the king
He sings, in search of his queen
For a cause most serene,
He's seen.

Dogs three guarding the entrance,
Seduced by song and perseverance;
Death angered assumes a trance to renew balance
To his realm, his dungeon, his sense;
Sad notes echo, his voice heard, she stumbles forward.
She glows, remembers as he walks toward;
Hearts stirred.

Murdered, death can only watch and hope,
Attempts to cope denied, destiny snatched,
Granted to a couple matched.
Escape nearing, Hades fearing, plants doubt,
Praying for love's flame to flicker out;
Their fate guaranteed, death's hand buried,
She's freed.
A man teaches his son the lessons of life,
Exemplifies ideals through his strife,
Heavy strides taken to denote his expectations
Yet manifestations of his playful side abound,
His teachings are sound,
Do not forget to live to love
And do not forget to love to live.

A father loves without condition,
His son loves without reservation,
There was a time they walked this world together,
That time could not last forever,
No longer does he need a guide,
He feels his mentor by his side
Even without sight gracing, he stands there facing
Life respecting the one he lost.

Those around him smile and cry,
Remembering his elder, no choice but to sigh,
Together they reminisce of times gone by
But see before them his spirit refusing to die,
Alive within those still here, still soaring high.

The son becomes a man,
Raising a family he knows he can
Instill those very lessons he was taught
To those special people he's got,
And in doing so reveres his father
Whose spirit from heaven peers
At a sight most worthy,
Regarded by most as otherworldly.

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Shining-Scribe Featured By Owner Mar 10, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Hello there! Thank you very much for choosing to join :iconunseen-writers:. Feel free to submit your written works to our gallery and help yourself to sampling the works of other writers our gallery has to offer. A writing prompt, our theme of the week, is produced every Monday to help provide creative inspiration. I hope we'll be able to help you grow as a writer. Heart
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Soul-Body Featured By Owner Mar 10, 2017
You already have helped! I like most people need inspiration for my work, and having the theme of the week pushes me to share new works with you all! Thanks for the replies and fav's Shining :) 
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Shining-Scribe Featured By Owner Mar 10, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
You're very welcome! >w<
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Treebuzza Featured By Owner Jun 1, 2014  Student
Hey, I don't know if you remember our thing about "Kali the midnight huntress" which I said I would draw, but if you do then I just wanted to let you know that I have drawn it, but my computer died before I could upload it. However it's fine now, so I'll get it up soon! :) thanks 
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Soul-Body Featured By Owner Jun 1, 2014
Totally remember! I wanna see it. Thanks for the favs btw.
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Treebuzza Featured By Owner Jun 2, 2014  Student
yeah no probs
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RED--F0X Featured By Owner Dec 11, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
cool art!
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Soul-Body Featured By Owner Dec 11, 2013
Thanks Splott! I just got into drawing, it's really fun...
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RED--F0X Featured By Owner Dec 11, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
^^ good luck with that art, It's really great so far!
And you're welcome!
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Soul-Body Featured By Owner Dec 11, 2013
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