SpiritIt was another horrid, cold day, the sun shone bright but it was for naught once again, the land was covered with ice, snow, and ruins. For this was not a barren, icy landscape, it was a city celebrated and spoken about for years on end. People would talk on and on about its sky tall towers, its bright lights in the night, and the city's culture. Truly it was a fools paradise. It was not a place for the faint of heart, it was obnoxiously loud, unapologetically bombastic, and even chillingly dangerous. Men, women, and children would walk around without rhyme or reason, going to unheard of destinations, meeting anonymous citizens, and experiencing unknown moments.Spirit by Nite1nBlack
But now the city, its name long forgotten, is a graveyard for the past. The lights that emitted brightly in the night were now shrouded in darkness and have no energy. The towers that seemed to connect with the stars either stand forlorn, a gravestone, or have fallen and broken to debris, the shattered building frozen ove
So Another Doom Is Past...So another doom is past,So Another Doom Is Past... by Nite1nBlack
Dying with a gasp,
And many can hold relief in their clasp,
More than you can grasp.
For not all can see,
Through the veil of mystery,
That all isn't as it may seem,
For the prophets grins gleam.
Greed runs through mens hearts,
It has from the very start,
And in this doom it did take part,
To take the gold from the cart.
Some, lost with the lack of fulfillment,
The promise of a grand death caused them merriment,
But the day continued without glorious excitment,
And they went to mourn those who feared deaths arrivement.
And while the crazed humans ransack the towns,
Attempting to gain the golden crowns,
I sit and remember why we are reknown,
For our ability to bring ourselves down.
Though do not think that I surrender,
To pessimism and its empty splendor,
Because if the sun still shines with all of its power,
We may redeem the past and today before the final hour.