The smoke danced and spiraled around her yet I only noticed one thing.

The singular rose she held, nearly petal-less and limp.

A small bead of blood rolled down her index finger, she was knicked by one of the thorns.

Her face stoic, yet delicate.

She made her point and it stood- what is love if you’re not willing to fight for it?

Beneath the crescent’s silver light, Where shadows dance with stars at night, A forest stirs, its secrets deep, Where dreams awaken, yet never sleep.

The air is thick with whispered songs, A haunting tune where time belongs. Each leaf a rune, each branch a thread, Weaving tales of the living and dead.

A phantom glow through the mist does weave, Hints of wonders none believe. The trees bend low as if to bow, To unseen powers watching now.

The winds speak soft, in tongues arcane, Of ancient lore and hidden pain. A voice calls out, so sweet, so clear, It draws you close, it pulls you near.

But tread with care, oh wandering soul, For beauty here may take its toll. Enchantment waits with bated breath, A fragile line ’twixt awe and death.

And when the dawn dispels the haze, You’ll wonder if it was a maze, A fleeting spell, a siren’s plea, Or just a dream of mystery.

I want to open the door, The door to enchantment— Where every right step A path of mystery opens.

Down the rose-covered roads, Animals and fairies would scurry; Bright magic before me In a forest so adoring.

In the midst of the night, Sounds of sweet sing From the bubbly sea And the swaying wind.

What is mystery and why is it such a secret?

Well you see, mystery is the power of the unknown.

It’s not understanding something because maybe we just don’t believe.

Why does the Mona Lisa smile?

Why does Mona Lisa have the power to look at you each way you move in the picture?

Why do people go missing in the Bermuda triangle and they’re never seen again?

How was the collosseum built so high and so wide in a time where technology wasn’t a thing?

How was Easter island built, with over 1000 giant stones?

Maybe just maybe, it’s the power of belief, the power to believe in the unknown without having the answers.

Latim or lehatim which refers to something covered or muffled up.

How did the Egyptian magicians impose on the credulity of the pharaoh?

Were they enchanted?

Maybe just maybe, it was the power of believing in the unknown.

Mystery and enchantment, what do they mean?

There’s a reason why it’s left a mystery, it’s the power of considering and feeling.

You’re kiss enchants me , leaves me breathless and weak. You were a drop of moonlight , a mystery , wrapped in the aura of November. Come kiss me again.

You’re kiss enchants me , leaves me breathless and weak. You were a drop of moonlight , a mystery , wrapped in the aura of November. Come kiss me again

They escaped down the narrow hallway dimly lit with candles emerging from the walls.

A powerful force blew past them and into the wall to their right. Just inches from death, they began sprinting even faster and swung a left.

Into the library, they bolted up the spiral staircase enveloped in vines and dissapeared amongst the towering shelves of books.

After an intense search, they finally stumbled upon the fantasy section.

Alchemy & Spells by Armen Wonderlust, the grandfather of Wizardry. Their father told them stories about this book ever since they were little.

As the older sibling grasped the book as to pull it off the shelf, another blast enveloped the bookshelf behind them, and they were sucked into the pages of the book and into a new dimension.

Stumbling to their feet and trying to make sense of what had just happened, the younger one looked across at the Alchemy & Spells book in the arms of their older sibling, looked around at their surroundings, and realized they had escaped death, yet had been gifted the new problem of escaping the book realm and returning back to reality.

It’s silly how humans work The ways we contradict ourselves It’s almost magical how stupid we can be It’s mostly lost on ourselves An equivalent, lesser or equal to The rest of the mammals on this earth How raw we are How scared we are How lost we are We all are

I drank and danced the night away. With the skeletons, I could not sway. Till the dawn rose up, with blood in its teeth. My soul no longer a virgin, old faiths eclipse beneath...

I slept with midnight, a corpse now, in the light. Sex and agony painted across my skin. Those wounds growing deeper with every new sin. Upon my deathbed I memorized the sky. Until the first kiss from death, oh, made my temperature rise. His eyes were vacant; fear froze in my skull. He dug his fingers deeper, into my empty black hole. A horror story of love, and anguish that only voids can share. I knew I found my place in Hell, when he choked me with my hair... Ave, my devil, your darkness is now my home. Ave, my god, in your hatred I am never alone...

-HMG

I pet the cat but the cat bite me. I hug the cat but the cat scratches me. But when i give the cat a treat the cat love me.

I think It’s funny because, it’s make me think of you and me.