A poet is only as good as their definition of poetry obsession, Crows love the melancholy of the Night Poets are obsessed with poetry Something one can never lessen
Love is not something you rewrite, There is no definition
Poets write the life they never got In their madness In the grief of the night Poetry is a poet's prison
A prison they love
a quiet sunny day everything was peaceful except for the fact there is a loud war cry from two 5 year old boys trying to kill to each other. A quick slash from one wooden sword to another it looks like a never ending battling between the two sides but eventually the battle ends with one left standing. "I win!" Fred announced, holding the tip of the wooden sword toward the fallen Marcus one the grassy ground. "Aww" Marcus frowned. Fred held out a hand and soon Marcus was on his feat. "How do you always win?" Marcus asked "I dunno really" Fred shrugged "I guess I'm just more stronger than you" he snickered "Fine but I promise you that one day I will beat you!" Marcus remarked. He said that in a serious tone but after a few seconds they burst out laughing. Fred later spoke "You know if you want to beat me, we're gonna have to be on different sides of the battle. Like in ACTUAL war," Marcus started to smile a bit "Yeah but we both know that is never going to happen" he sounded confident but then frowned a bit. He turned to his best friend "Right?" Fred felt the mood collapse and quickly responded " Of course not buddy! We are always gonna be friends. And on the right side of the battle" "Promise?" "I promise" Fred replied solemnly They promised to have each others backs no matter what But will that promise stay true if one of them turns on the other? If one follows the wrong path and they both have to clash with one another for the sake of peace or power? On either side the two stand on the opposite side. Well- armed with weapons and powers that rival one another. Will they still keep their promise? "You don have to do this" Fred desperately warned "I don't want hurt you, old friend" "I don't think you have ever suffered from that before." He said in a low angry voice. Marcus withdrew his weapon and unleashing his fury in one hand and his slim weapon in the other. "Its time to end this" He declared " 'old friend' " He charged straight at Fred with is fire but it wasn't able to reach him with his cool waters as a barrier. Marcus bounded back and Fred took down his shield and charged straight at him with his trident facing Marcus sword. clashing one another just as they had done once before. "You wont win this time!" Marcus raged putting on more force and rage onto his weapon making Fred clutch onto his even harder. "I wont break our promise Mark" he muttered. "Even if you break it, I will never. Never" the thought of that infuriated Marcus and when we as bounded back once again by Fred's strong grip. He quickly charged at him again. Before Fred even realized what had happened. There was already a dagger that was through him. A clean cut. "I told you I wouldn't lose this time" Marcus panted. But he doubted whether his old friend had heard him...or not
