tilliumwell

[tilliumwell]

That Feeling

You know that feeling

The one you get when you talk to some one

You can only think about them

Hoping that when you say something cute

Or funny

That they are actually laughing or smiling

That you brightened up their day

That hopefully they are thinking of you in the same light

To maybe one kindle a spark

A spark that could lead to a roaring blaze

To one day being together

To be one with each other

HOWEVER.....

However

There's also that feeling

Which opposes the one above

The one one where you don't know if it's true

Or a reality in which is falsified

Being lied to

Being used

Cheated

And then tossed aside when they don't need you

To feel dehumanized

Belittled

Humiliated

All because of a tiny spark you thought was there

But in reality was just a Flint hitting steel

Causing nothing but Sparks

In the hope to start that fire

But having nothing the kindle

How can one stop that feeling

It's simple really

You simply cannot stop the feeling

Just ride the ride

Try to maintain your pride

For in the end

It's hard to amend

A broken heart💔

[tilliumwell]

Valor

Let's begin in the time of knights.

The time where chivalry and valor rign.

The time where a man was determined by bravery and his armor.

By the things he did.

The tales of legends.

But don't let the details that wilt taint thyn name.

Taint thyn honor, like the sword which is tainted red.

Red of the enemy that surrounded.

Like hellhounds patrolling their turf.

Let ruin to the legend that defies one self.

Let shine thy true self.

That no legend could tell.

No battle nor crusade, could justify the man.

The man whom cast behind his life.

The life with wife and child.

To gain the title of victory in an never ending fight.

With death awaiting each and every night.

To one day return home a man whom is honored.

Whom is loved.

Whom is scared.

Scared from the sights that can't be unseen.

The quests that came without a mean.

To fight and kill thyn enemy.

Whom were doing their quests as all knights on the battlefield did.

To fight, survive, and return home alive.

Home.

To his wife and child.

Welcome him home like a lost child.

Warmth.

Happiness.

Then, suddenly, upon this wave.

A wave of emotions, compared to that of ships sailing amungst the tide.

Or the endless bouncing of the horse back ride.

The sight of red hands.

The hands of that man who is honored.

Red hands hugging his family.

The hands that did unspeakable deeds.

Just to implant honored seeds.

The seeds that bring his family name pride and meaning, only rittled with seeds of horrific weeds.

The knight retires for the night.

To awake the next morning anew.

The sight of his wife, elegant and beautiful.

Laying next to him, washing away those red stained hands.

Did he realize what battling was for.

What honor, valor and nobility was for.

So he and his family, can live and thrive.

On the endless drive.

That is life.

May he always remember, however.

That if he may be summoned into battle again.

That despite not being his finest hours.

He will climb that tower.

And reclaim his valor.

For valor is the brightness that guides oneself.

Despite the darkest of the darkness.

Valor will prevail and over come anything in its path.

Valor will always bring the lost minded back to where they belong.

Like a wondering soul searching for a goal.

Those whom lost theirs.

Can use a fellow knight.

A family member.

Or even a close friend.

To help reignite the torch.

To help guide away from scorching earth.

(Hello to whom ever has read my writing above. I thank you for the time you took to read this. If you enjoyed the reading please share. I also encourage any constructive criticism. And once again, thank you for reading. Enjoy the rest of your morning/afternoon/night.)