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XxBroken-ButterflyxX

Bloody Maiden of Minakami
10 Sep 2007
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Just some poems I made awhile ago...mostly about games :p Enjoy!!

Crimson Nocturne-Fatal Frame 2
On that day,years ago,
A fatal mistake was made.
Death, from beyond the void, came,
leaving no survivors.

Now moonlight illuminates the hidden path,
surrounded by trees and fog.
And from the darkness, music flows,
A song etched in sadness.

Discovered on unknown land,
shrouded by the forest.
Alone and empty, a village stands,
cursing all who enter it.

To think that murder happened here,
with no one to bear witness.
In the torchlight, jewels and others gleam,
but for many, things are not how they seem.

Many a traveler who's lost their way,
snared by the net of the forgotten.
Now their souls scream in rage,
forever damned by the night.

Tortured spirits unable to rest,
sometimes linked between worlds.
Forced to relive death again and again,
like a never-ending sickness.

However, some chose this path,
leading to their doom.
Others thought different,and strived to be free,
but failed, forever plagued by a horrible memory.

For those who stumbled upon this place,
trapped in their own nightmare.
Realizing their fate, they fearfully cry,
their only messenger...

a crimson butterfly...


Lionheart-FF8
I stand on the battlefield,
smoke outlines the scene.
Power and anger come together,
coursing through my veins.
My blade glows like blue fire,
the lion inside is stronger now,
raging with hatred.
Running at full-speed,
at the giant demon before me.
I swing my blade, like a glowing streak,
pulsing with demonic aura.
Again and again, I swing my blade,
blurred with the speed of the attack.
The creature screams in pain,
and launches endless beams at me.
But the lion within has awakened,
and its anger echoes through my body.
Cutting through Supernova,
slicng into silver hide,
it's attacks prove useless
against my avenging soul,
and the lust for blood increases.
Pausing now to catch my breath,
i burst ahead with inhuman speed,
preparing to deliver the final blow.
I raise my sword as it swirls with power,
and bring it down like an executioner's axe.
As the creature dies, it fades into shadow,
shining metal lays at my feet.
Losing its glow, the sword drops to my side,
Its anger dissolved, the lion sleeps.

Executioner Of All-Pyramid Head
Foggy Blackness fills the air,
choking life aaway.
Not even light can filter through,
this darkness of despair.

But through it all,
footseps can be heard.
echoing throughout the
cursed hall.

Screams of the tortured,
cries of the damned,
they all make no difference.
To the one with the bloodstained hand,
it is music to his ears.

Born from a nightmare,
powered by fear,
a hulking monster harboring eternal hate.
With a massive blade in his hand
Leading others to their doomed fate.

Only death is left in his wake
blood spatter is his mark.
To punish those tormented by guilt,
that is his only purpose.

Many have fallen by his hand,
a victim to their madness.
Now they hang,suspended in cages,
chained by their own sadness.

Be careful what you wish for,
or what yo run into.
For him,the executioner of all,
the next victim might be you.
 
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