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𝐩  𝐡𝐚𝐝  𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧  𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬  𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞.     𝐢𝐭  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐦𝐞𝐭  𝐡𝐢𝐦  𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧  𝐡𝐞  𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭  𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬  𝐭𝐨  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐧𝐞𝐰  𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝.     𝐢𝐭  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝  𝐡𝐢𝐦  𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧  𝐡𝐞  𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭  𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟  𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐬𝐞𝐚  𝐨𝐟  𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭  𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐡𝐚𝐝  𝐟𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝  𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨  𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐧  𝐚𝐬  𝐡𝐞  𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝  𝐭𝐨  𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥  𝐰𝐡𝐨  𝐡𝐞  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐨𝐫  𝐰𝐡𝐨  𝐡𝐞  𝐡𝐚𝐝  𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧.     vague  images  swimming  up  from  the  black  pools  of  his  mind.     yet  here  he  was  faced  with  darkness  in  a  new  way.     it  spoke,      it  breathed,      and  it  felt  more  than  the  cold  blackness  he  had  come  to  be  familiar  with.   

❛  i  have  heard  some  talk  of  one  that  conjures  the  shadows,      but  i  had  not  expected  for  them  to  appear  so  fair.     ❜  his  voice  was  almost  without  emotion  as  he  spoke,      though  he  had  not  been  devoid  of  it.     he  was  simply  tired  after  a  long  journey  into  ravka.     the  land  was  new  to  him,      and  he  had  seen  the  land  ravaged  and  it’s  people  burned.      there  was  a  minor  understanding  of  why  the  folks  born  into  what  was  deemed  to  be  normal  in  ravka,      hated  and  feared  those  who  wielded  what  he  learned  to  be  small  science—grisha,      as  they  were  called,      did  not  create  that  which  did  not  already  exist  in  the  world.

p  came  to  know  humans  capable  of  much  when  led  by  fear.     he  had  watched  his  own  home  fall  due  to  the  fear   and  greed  of  humans.     now  it  was  but  a  mere  myth  on  the  lips  of  those  who  once  heard  of  krat.     memories  all  but  forgotten.     p  did  wander  if  any  remnants  of  krat  would  pull  themselves  from  the  rubble  and  venture  off  as  he  did,      leaving  the  island’s  destruction  in  the  past. / @sovrenyi

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🌙 ⭐️☀️ 𝐌𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐰 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 & 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐎𝐮𝐭 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐩 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐈 𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐨 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞- 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 ☾☾☼☽︎✧ -modified from a poem I wrote in 2020 📸 by @scotchandwaller #poetry #jedicosplay #starwars #starwarscosplay #cosplay #lettheforcebewithyou (at Dry Falls) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmhR0YnuLOk/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬… 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐭. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. should he have coveted those words and kept them as the grand covenant is forced upon puppets. but geppetto is a liar… he has not been honest and good to me. his name… carlo, lost in the flames of the city. his existence, the life he was meant to replace. the friend that he recalls from stolen memories. he feels them surge through him from the ergo. the beauty of the city, the sounds of joy from its people, all these blur behind a locked memory, but romeo’s face is clear. romeo’s voice. my first, my best, my truest friend… my first love. the faux heart beats with the same fervor as it’s mirrored image. is this what it feels like to be human? to be more than human. something stirring quietly beneath the metal. he was meant to soar above humans, the true evolution bounding him to the ergo that set his ego free. free to choose. free to become.

❛ romeo… ❜ his name said like a pray, a unsent love letter meant for only one, a wish… how he wished he could return to those days. alas, they were as lost as his memories of self were. romeo’s existence clung him to a past that was meant to be forgotten when he was made anew. ❛ i… i now feel as if the choices i have made to meet you have been fated so that i could awaken at the sight of you. ❜ he places his hand over where is heart should be, ❛ those i slayed will continue to live on through the ergo that i have absorbed… i hope they are able to find forgiveness… i was lost in the darkness of my mind. ❜ his eyes felt heavy as they sought the floor for the comfort he felt would not be shown in the eyes of his beloved. for how could he, when he was forced to mourn them. he stole those lives away. there was no way to bring them back, and even still… romeo outstretched his hand, welcoming him to join him. to be at his side. p was overcome with joy, his eyes wide as he met the gaze of romeo. ❛ truly? ❜ / @nowking