deathnotewiiz

CHAPTER 1             A wolf with varying colors of brown and snow white made its way through the woods. Its paw prints embedded themselves into the soft earth. His amber colored eyes stared straight ahead; nothing in this forest was of much importance as of right now. These woods, with their thick and soaring trees had been his home for as long as he could remember. Every toadstool and leaf was probably etched into his mind. At this time of day, when the sun was highest in the sky, the rays of light scattered the ground in a multitude of shadows and yellowed pools. The plant spores took no care in being hidden as they lazily reflect the su

      There are many pairs in the cosmic scale of life. Some are good, some are bad. Some withstand the test of time, and even breach the barriers of death. Some are as fragile as the leaves of a blood red rose. Across the entirety of times and spaces, there have been stories of great warriors and proud nobilities, vile evils that threaten the end to all, and the heroes that defeat them. Among the annals of history we find a most peculiar pair if ever there was one.      The fates of these beings are tied to the fate of all, just like the many heroes before them. Though, they may not have known it, since there births they have been fated to

A drumbeat echoes The wind howls The fight beacons And death scowls Boots beat down On cracked earth The boys march on the devil’s hearth Hands are steady Breaths are bated This last push Towards an enemy most hated Atop the hill At dawn’s break Flying metal Makes the ground shake Shouts drown out Red pours down Souls are lost For a needless crown The day is done Boys are gone Experiences to keep As men march on

             The floor was cold, or what would be a floor was cold. There was darkness all around her.  It was almost a familiar darkness, yet it wasn't thick and inviting. It wasn't hostile or chocking, it just was. A strange light with no source kept it at bay, forming a circle around her.  Her head was sent spinning when a ringing in her ear turned into a shrill pitch. She clutched her ear with one hand, still lying face first in the light. The last thing she remembered was snow. Blood and snow.                 After the ringing died off, Mesha found the strength to get up. She braced her arms and pushed herself to her feet. She breathe

When the moon shines bright I hope to see your face Behind a curtain of dark brown With hues of copper and amber I long to pull back the curtains And look into a smiling windows I want to hold you With a gentle scent and a warm embrace I will hold you Until the clouds cover the moon and the curtains turn gray Even if the windows no longer smile And our embrace turns cold I will hold you Until my home, Is but dust.