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Cicätrix ex Amor/Scars of LoveUpon a night silent, I gazed upon my mother and saw upon her scars."Mother, oh mother," cried I, "what crosses your body like stars?"Down upon me she smiled, her eyes like moonlight upon a calm ocean."Those, my child," she explained, "are my testaments of devotion.""Dear, sweet, mother, that scar across your belly, what does that attest?"Her smile unwavering she said to me; "Those are but shadows of what lies within my breast."I, so curious now, inquired more; for a curious child was I."Mother, dear mother, what scar doth run down your eye?"My sweet mother, although crying she was, still smiled as she answered "A drop of rain from a joyful sky.""Mother, beloved mother, what scar invisible do I see across your heart?"Answered she with still a smile " That, dear child, is what keeps us from being apart."Oh, how I understood, my dear, sweet, mother mine.The scars she bears was not of pain but of love utterly Divine.
Thank you, Dead, I'm happy you like it. :3 I'll update this sooner or later. Probably sooner than later. From a distant window on a cloudy winter's night.A sparkle of glass that falls quickly from sight.A sigh unheard, a voice far away.Whispering, hoping, praying for a better day.The snow falls, a brittle chair creaks.An old lady with cloudy breath voicelessly speaks."Where did they go?" she whispers to the threadbare room.The cool wind answers with its own crisp boom."You are here alone. No one cares for you."Replies the wind from the wild blue. The tear, as gentle as a snowflake, rolls down her cheek."How could they forget me?" she asks, her voice so weak. "They moved on, you're all alone. Now sleep dear child, sleep."She leans back in her chair, a gentle smile on her face.She slips into a gentle, unending, sleep; she's in a much better place.Outside the frosty window the snow suddenly stops.The frozen music of time coupled with teardrops.This one is a bit sad, just so you know.
sad but beautifulvery nice work
And they said "Do not wander into the sea."And they said "Do not wander into the sea."Despite their protest, with bravery in my breast, I wiggle my feet gingerly in the briny sea.Like the hands of winter the water bites, my breath is briefly beyond me.Soon, however, I continue to wander, wander into the deep, deep sea."Do not wander into the sea, do not wander into the sea, for if you do it will be the last thing you see."The cold is now clenched at my waist, but I no longer feel the cold; I welcome it!Little by little I wander a little deeper, my breath now returning bit by bit.The sea, the sea, it takes me away; away from the crime away from the grime.Away from the city, away from flawed reason and rhyme."Do not wander into the sea!" They cried, how glad I did not listen.For never have I seen the stars so brightly glisten.