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Halls, Walls, and the Fall.When we're youngWe all craft bricksTo build a great city,And raise our walls.We spend time carefullyChoosing a brickWhat color willBe decorating the halls?I was no differentChoosing my bricksUntil I was specialI had more colors than mostYet I took too longSelecting too bright,too flamboyant, and nowI've nowhere to host.And so I looked aroundSeeing others with theirBland, but complete citiesHow I envy their coin.What have I to return toJust a ground of broken hopesMany unique, strewn colors, but whatUse are they, if they are not joined?
CatharsisThe rocky edifice stood straight.Against even the largest of tidal waves, it somehow stood strong. Nobody knew how, for it must have existed for several thousands of years in similar conditions, yet it retained its shape. Hundreds of feet high, the stony wall appeared to have the shape of a face cut into it. Whether naturally, or by the will of some pagan god, the face stood watch over the endless sea. Somehow, the face had retained its shape despite eons of punishment. The tired-out forehead sagged, the once-stout eyes sunken, its cheeks hollow, it was almost pitiful to look upon the wall now. Even the more fervent, who worshipped the wall as some idol of the will of some obscure deity, saw pain in the stony expression of the wall. And yet, somehow, the wall never fell. The precarious altar, covered with graffiti both religious and malicious, that sat atop its grassy crown never fell. Wave after wave would pound the face. Sometimes it was just a myriad of small waves, la
Writing Prompt: A World that lay BrokenIn a world where everything was destroyed in the blink of an eye, there will never be enough of the old generation left to spread the truth to the newer ones. Take our world. Though I am but an old man, I have seen the world as it is and as it once was. Our world, the realm we call Ittrei, was torn asunder in what can only be described as apocalypse. Ittrei was not without its problems-we had a fair amount of poor and impoverished, and crime was not quite rampant, but it was no small thing either. However, one thing all Ittreites could all agree on was that Ittrei was not going anywhere. Our great capital, Genesis, was a glorious attraction from many other realms, and was the peak of technology. Genesis was a wealthy utopia, and its surrounding fiefs of Mistral and Gordain were the perfect defense against any invaders. But it was no physical invader who destroyed our beautiful realm. Serrigus Wyd was the lord of Mistral, the location of the realm’s primary royal armory. Wyd was w