Gilded Maiden, gleaming bright,
Boldly stand against the night;
With Golden Touch, freeze thine foe,
With Searing Light, lay them low.
McHanzoHanzo Shimada slips through the door, from the dark night into the dark hallway, his sword held low in bot hands. He places his feet carefully on the floorboards, passing as silently as a breath down the dark hall.
The walls spread away, and he steps into a wider room. He stops, standing perfectly still, listening into the darkness.
A match flares like a nova, throwing yellow light across a bearded face. Jesse McCree smiles, half of his face thrown into shadow as he brings the match to the tip of his cigar. He puffs a ring of smoke, then lowers the still lit match to a lantern, throwing a bright golden light across the plain room. “Howdy,” he grunts, inclining his head to the ninja.
Hanzo inclines his head silently, the sword still held clenched in his hands.
“Here for the same reason?” Jesse asks.
Again, Hanzo nods, his dark eyes glittering in the light as they flash past Jesse to the single door on the far side of the room.
“Well,” Jesse says with
Mermaid With A GunWith a stroke of a blue tail, a little mermaid swims through the coral spires of the ancient reef-city. As she turns lithely between two columnal growths, dark figures swim after her, long sinuous tails threshing the water. One turns away form the others, the other two following her.
The young mermaid swims through the passage beyond the columns, coral closes in around her to form a narrowing tunnel. She follows a few twists and turns toward the glow of daylight, but as she draws near to the exit to open water, a dark form darts down to fill the opening, teeth gleam in a wicked grin as glowing eyes star at her.
Alarmed, she turns about to find the others behind her; she turns and darts through a narrow crevice, worming her way into another coral passage, but this one ends, and she turns around to find they have followed her.
“Come on, dearie,” one says, his hands reaching for her. “We’re just gonna have a little fun.”
But instead of cowering away from them
The PuppetmasterWhat fools these are! These blind fools!
From the shadows I pluck their strings,
Hiding a smile as they dance;
They think to use me! Those blind fools!
Blinded by a prettysome face,
I use THEM to my schemes advance!
What fools these are! These blind fools!
You'll see me for a moment, then,
I disappear as like a fox;
They've used me before! Those blind fools!
I let them walk all over me,
But now we'll see who truly walks!
What fools these are! These blind fools!
My plans advance as fast as thought,
They'll never see, until the end;
I'll trap them all! Those blind fools!
No one knows, and no one can see,
My moves; they all to my will bend.
If only someone would care.
Song The SingerWhat I can't do - but what I can-
Oh, what wonders you are, you kind folk, you!
Flying - healing-
I love you all, and what I can, I do!
Is It Love?If I hugged you,
would you never let go?
If I kissed you,
would you cherish that moment?
If I reached for your hand,
would you take mine gently?
If I needed a shoulder,
would you let me cry on yours?
If I needed to talk,
would you really listen?
If I needed to scream,
would you do it with me?
If I needed to go,
would you come with me?
If I fell for you,
would you catch me?
or just let me hit the pavement?
I know you're scared,
And I know you're blue.
But, trust me.
I won't hurt you.
It's no secret
That you hate my friends,
The Crystal Gems.
You think they're a menace,
Something to fear.
But, I promise you.
You're safe here.
They won't hurt you,
Because you can't hurt them.
I wish it wasn't like that.
I don't want to hurt you,
I want to be your friend.
I've come to notice
That Homeworld doesn't know love.
They think Garnet's an abomination,
And my mom's a traitor that should be gotten rid of.
When really, they're just Gems,
Like you and everyone else.
They want to do good for the world.
They just see from a different perspective,
Just like you.
Earth isn't bad.
Sure, some things can hurt you,
And some people are mean.
But, it's a beautiful place,
At least from what I've seen.
You must feel trapped
Without your tools
To keep you from
Losing your cool.
But, you don't need them
To be yourself.
You'll do just as good
As anybody else.
Just please understand me.
I've felt fear
Coffee Shop MemoirsPhilosophers think
We may dream our reality.
With earphones attached liked IVs
I dream my own melodic universe.
Until someone laughs behind me
And strikes up conversation with a friend.
And in that moment they become my anchor
Are they spinning through my dream
Or am I spinning through theirs?
Sometimes life fits in a coffee cup,
Sometimes inspiration pours out slowly like a packet of honey,
And sometimes it all mixes together
Like liquid incandescence that I drink right after brewing.
When no one speaks to me for hours
I begin to wonder
Is everyone dreaming a reality that includes
The whole café but me?
The street outside the window
With passing strangers, dogs and cars
Is a whole new Milky Way
Waiting to be discovered.
But I am no space explorer
Aliens are beyond my reach.
Whispers of the people around
Reach my ears distinctly
Like waves lapping on the shore.
Words on paper go no way
Towards proving that I was ever here
My identity is slowly condensed
Not into the people who kno
Marine Corps Rifleman's CreedThis is my rifle.
There are many like it, but this one is mine.
It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.
Without me, my rifle is useless.
Without my rifle, I am useless.
I must fire my rifle true.
I must shoot straighter than the enemy who is trying to kill me.
I must shoot him before he shoots me.
My rifle and I know that what counts in war is not the rounds we fire, the noise of our burst, or the smoke we make.
We know that it is the hits that count.
We will hit.
My rifle is human, even as I am human, because it is my life.
Thus, I will learn it as a brother.
I will learn its weaknesses, its strengths, its parts, its accessories, its sights and its barrel.
I will keep my rifle clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready.
We will become part of each other.
Before God I swear this creed.
My rifle and I are the defenders of my country.
We are the masters of our enemy.
We are the saviors of my life.
So be it, until victory is America's and there is no enemy.
Sex Object Between her legs, lies something that
every man seems to want.
A place where she should be able
to call her own, between her legs.
She feels that men only want her,
a true want, to have sex with her, and
The breasts she has, they gain
stares from men passing by, tripping
over themselves to find a chance to touch.
When will she stop being looked at,
as an object of sex? when will a man
see her as someone he may spend his
Her hips curve, and she doesnt
want your hands on them, if your
just going to touch her skin.
She wants a man to touch her soul,
not just touch her skin, and run his fingers
where they do not belong.
What made these men think, she
is just a sex object, a toy that could be
put on display, and taken whenever they
Between her legs, lies something that
every man seems to want.
Proud she is though, that she hasnt
given in, hasnt
AlphaThere is an ocean
of wolves battering
my heels, teeth
bared, breaking skin.
Lightning is laced
into my spine, it
takes no prisoners,
but electricity is
no match for their howls.
I stand as the lioness
within roars and spits
out a hundred curses.
They are now prey,
with tumbleweed trolls
sinking their brambles
into matted fur.
1. artemis ascendsshe strings her bones tightly when the wild hunt comes,
constellations of wolfteeth staccato against her skin.
midnight beckons until she can be still no longer; she runs,
leaps skywards, misty feet skimming smoke and threads of
stormcloud, arrow-arcing up and up until the horizon breaks
beneath her with a clap of thunder and above the aurora is
blooming. celestial goddess-not-girl perched on the rim of
heaven, the music of the spheres calls the planets to
orbit and she waxes timeless amid stars and satellites,
dancing a saturnalia with venus, whirling to the immortal
moonspun madness of the universe and tonight
all the world below breathes alive to her song.
curiouser and curiouserseventeen years &
still chasing white rabbits,
it's no wonder i've never
been in love.
we're all mad here;
no one can find the road to
(i don't know
where to go)
let's fall down a hole.
(i'm just a chrysalis
with no butterfly wings)
off with my head when it
can only imagine nonsense
& clockwork hearts.
give me a cheshire's smile-
i want to know
what it feels like
to be in wonderland.