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Lavished by LarcenyAlas, dear Dorian, I feel you have fallen to thievery Lazarus sighed, gazing at the lavishly jewel adorned knuckles he had once kissed.
Ah, but my friend, it is not a fall in any means. For even the thief sees a success. The lower you seem, the higher you can reach and only a contempt man can see no progress in life and then all he can look forward to is death. I myself shall never stop as there are so many possibilities lain before me to choose from I believe I will not have the time to die. Dorian chuckled.
But larceny? Surely this is not the route you admit you wish to take he gasped
Do not think so badly of me, Jacques He said calmly as he placed a glass of the red wine into the mans hands
For what was Robin Hood if not a thief? A protector? Provider? Freedom fighter? All are excuses for him to get what he wanted. Even a thief needs funds. Any skill worth having needs financial support as do
Poise in Poison"I curse you and your black-tipped tongue! Forked it is, like a serpent with a Devil's tail!" her scornfully spit words echoed through his mind, burning deeper as he rode on and on away from her city. The city that was once his.
Lamps fell dim and shadows grew darker, swarming across his path like a plague he willingly rode into.
Any way of escape seemed blocked on every side and finally his horse lost its footing in the treacherous terrain of the moors. He threw himself from the creature as it tumbled into the river while he landed heavily on the bank. Panting, he watched his steed thrash about for life. It struggled desperately against the heavy tide until finally it slipped under and succumbed to being carried away.
For some time he lay in the sodden mud. His face of misery silent and soaked by the ever-falling rain which made the waterline creep closer to him by the hour - tempted so greatly by his presence to take him away and pluck his life from him too. He didn't even stir when
When Angels cryFire burns within the soul
and can easily slip from control
and when upon us falls the sky,
people will find even angels cry.
And whenupon us darknes falls,
where would you want to be?
if from within the sulpher, the Devil calls
and nobody can flee.
Sleep calls...Eyes drooping, dropping, falling...
blink them up: attempted stalling,
The clock's hypnotic metronome
is my countdown with hollowed tone.
Eyelids droop, drop, and fall...
echoed darkness from inward calls,
and soon i feel from within me seep
the intoxicating seduction of sleep.
Belief becomes reliefYou young poor begger all hungry and desperate:
cling to your hope for all it is worth
Don't become Angry and cold like the rest hate
and risk becoming a dearth.
Sometimes hope is all we have
and a positive outlook on life
is something all must strive to keep
to overcome the worst of strife.
so you, young begger, all lost and alone
keep your chin up and ambitions held close
don't succumb to the struggle or repeatedly moan
think well, and try to make the most.
TomorrowTommorrow may seem so daunting
but you mustn't start to dread
For everything may happen still
reguardless of doubts in your head.
Future-Fate: Enigmaa chest unopened;
a box of dreams;
a keeper of secrets,
so it seems
No key to fit into the lock;
No way of breaking the metal block;
No crack or crevice from which to pry.
No way into the riddle inside;
the secret inside;
the prize inside;
No way to find out whats inside!
Oh what's inside?
The future hides.
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