The leaves crunch beneath their feet,
As they run between the forest trees,
Their hands tightly grasped,
As they run wild and free.
The setting summer sun,
Peeking through the trees,
Watching the two lovers,
Lead on shaded woodland leaves.
The chirping of the crickets,
The hustle of the birds,
And the rustling of leaves,
Are the only sounds heard.
She rests her head upon his chest,
His hand runs through her hair,
No words are needed to be spoken,
In this precious moment they alone share.
The world dissolved, Only they exist,
As they exchange their love through a kiss,
This moment will forever last in their minds,
And their
How much can I give you,
Before Im falling too far?
How much do you want from me,
Whilst Im falling faster than ever before?
How much can I overlook,
Before Im not thinking anymore?
How much can I forgive myself,
For falling for you once more?
How much control should I give you,
Before I yank it away from you whilst I can?
How much of me do you really want,
Before youre in control of everything I am?
How much love should I hand to you,
Before I lose myself one day?
How much of my love can I share with you,
Before I can no longer walk away?
How much of my heart do you want,
Before I give you the power t
Chapter 6 The Start of a New Beginning
Tatsuya and Black Flash continued slowly making their way through the woodland, walking through the dark shadows and the beams of morning light that had managed to force its way through the many leaves and branches of the woodland. It was only now, that Tatsuya was able to focus properly on his surroundings, he looked around and noticed that the trees was younger and slimmer here and was more spaced out, allowing more light to find its way to the woodland floor. They had made it. The Land of Stone was finally within their grasp.
Tatsuya shortened the black leather reins in his hands and gently
Chapter 5 The Price of Honour
The Samurai, Ichirō, sat alone in his house, surrounded by darkness. Only a sole candle had been lit on the other side of the room. The barely lit, square room was plain and scarcely furnished. Several weapons were hung on the wall facing Ichirō, whilst photos of his family were hung on the opposite wall behind him. The walls to either side of him were in fact large sliding doors that lead to the kitchen on the left, or outside on the right. A large, square, dark wooden table was placed in the centre of the room, surrounded by eight luxiorious velvet cushions, all were different colours. Ichir
Chapter 4 Black Flash
Saitō Tatsuya was galloping on the back of a magnificent black stallion, the horses sweat glistening in the moonlight as they rode through the ancient woodland. The rider was a Black Op Shinobi from Iwakura, the Village hidden in the mountains, set in the Land of Stone. Both were equipped with black cloaks, to help them merge into the night. Tatsuya held on tightly to the Shinobi who was evidently wearing body armour under his riding cloak. They both sat in silence, the wind soaring past them as they flew with speed through the night, the only other sounds that Tatsuya could hear was the sound of rustl
Chapter 3 The Way of the Samurai
A Samurai sits alone, meditating in the moonlight, at the peak of the hill that overlooks the Samurai Village hidden in ancient woodland. He was in his late thirties and, even in the gentle moonlights glow, you could still see all his rugged features and scars that was the result of many years of harsh training and battles to protect his Village. With his sword resting in his hands, he is deep in concentration listening to the familiar, relaxing sounds of the woodland, reflecting on his training to perfect the art that is the Samurai. Several minutes passed before he decides that it is best to ma
Chapter 2 To Walk a Broken Path
A lone shadow glides through the silhouetted trees rooted in ancient woodland. The sun has begun to set giving the woodland an eerie orange glow that is both beautiful and mystifying. Creaks and whispers are carried by the wind, as if the trees were whispering amongst themselves, the only other noises that can be heard are the occasionally flapping of wings in the distance and the rustling sound of autumn leaves blanketing the woodland floor. Very few dare to walk through this ancient woodland for fear of Myths that have been long forgotten, yet any who have travelled through these woods would swear tha
The Gentle Winds,
Caressing my cheeks,
The waves softly lapping,
Over my Sandy Feet,
and the sun is slowly setting,
On a dark and damp and dismal day.
My heart is no longer in it,
My mind overthrown,
My body is still here,
But my soul left long ago,
and I no longer care what happpens,
So come what may.
If I didn't care so much,
I would have left already,
I don't want to let you down,
But theres nothing left for me here,
I just hope that you understand,
That there is no other way.
The gentle winds,
Blowing across my cheeks,
The salt from the waves,
Irritating the blisters on my feet,
The Clouded sky, roars with thunder,
The Beginning to an end - C1 by Cat2Fox, literature
Literature
The Beginning to an end - C1
The Beginning to an End
There is a point in every persons life where they live to regret the decisions that they have made. Whether they are old or young, male or female, it does not matter. Everyone lives hand in hand with their past, whether they know it or not, it can ultimately decide their future. Some for the best, for others, the worst. Who is to say where your past will take you, all I know is that this is why I live only for today
Memoirs of the Blue Eyed, White Dragon.
Chapter 1 The Fall of Nabraudia Fortress.
A Fortress bravely stands alone surrounded by the darkness of this winters night, the thi
Trudging, along a long and narrow and lonely path.
Trudging, in the hot heat of Summer, mile after mile,
Trugding, along a path consumed by darkness, all alone.
Trudging, through the vast eternity of exile.
Incy Wincy spider climbing across my chest,
Whilst I lay there sleeping, never knowing less,
Out came the sun, and I awoke in my usual mess,
and the incy wincy spider went SPLAT across my chest!!!
Thy sunny moon within thy falling sky,
Into thou's bloody ocean, a dry sea,
Past the flat mountains with boiling icecaps,
lies a blind vision that can never be.
Clean Jealousy that drains thy lifeless heart,
Amongst the cooling warmth, thy soothing pain,
that of a lively grave, if death doth part.
But thy stone of heart is a merry bliss,
one step away from thou's treacherous kiss.
Away in the distant
Horizon, A new
Sun has begun to rise.
I'm thinking about you
And wondering if you're
Thinking about me too.
Maybe you're watching
The same sun, set away
Whilst here, it begins
To rise and start my day.
Maybe you're thinking about
Me, the colour of my eyes,
But maybe is just maybe,
As I watch the sun rise.
The sun begins to rise. A new day has dawned, as I sit upon my rooftop, my arms around my knees, the cold morning air resting upon my cooling skin. I thought about you last night, before I fell asleep, and I thought about you this morning, as I lay awake. I'm thinking about you now, the thought warming me from deep inside, as I stare beyond the rising sun. I wonder what you are doing and if you're thinking about me too? Are you online waiting for me? Or writing me an email, that'll brighten up my day. Have you been thinking about me, like I have been thinking about you?
I imagine you here next to me, just being there, sat staring just as int
All the while, Dying Inside by Cat2Fox, literature
Literature
All the while, Dying Inside
I'm sorry,
For not being there
When I should have
Been. I care
For you, more than
What you ever could for
Me. Maybe I was scared
To love you more,
Because of him and
What he did to me.
I know you're not him
And you never will be,
But I feel His presence
Still in my mind,
And slowly but surely,
I'm dying inside.
The sun gently sets,
On a waking moon.
Their time together
As short, as the
Flower is in bloom.
She calls his name,
He waits and listens,
Her tender words,
Carried in a whisper,
On wind, softly flown.
Her words of love,
Keeps him warm,
In the cold of night.
Until first light,
The following morn.
Patiently, they wait,
For life and love to fit,
Perfectly in line,
Embraced by time,
In Total eclipse.
My heart is sore and blue
thinking of you
My heart is beating faster
chasing after you
My eyes are swollen and red
with these tears falling for you
My eyes are shut tight
trying to get rid of you
My body is aching
just to touch you
My body has gone cold and dead
because I loved you...
How much can I give you,
Before Im falling too far?
How much do you want from me,
Whilst Im falling faster than ever before?
How much can I overlook,
Before Im not thinking anymore?
How much can I forgive myself,
For falling for you once more?
How much control should I give you,
Before I yank it away from you whilst I can?
How much of me do you really want,
Before youre in control of everything I am?
How much love should I hand to you,
Before I lose myself one day?
How much of my love can I share with you,
Before I can no longer walk away?
How much of my heart do you want,
Before I give you the power t
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