Graceoflove

Many years had passed since young Harry Potter had been conquered by natures grasp, as we all do when faced with natures turmoil. Unfortunately for the rest of us, the world has began to darken, and fall into the ruins of dark unknown forces. An occult known as the 'Dark Elders' has risen... As if the Death Eaters weren't enough, right? These Dark Elders are rising, following the ways of the Great Dark Lord Voldemort. The refuge of the secrecy of magic is failing and quickly fluttering out the window, along with the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy. This is a law that was first signed in 1689, and officially established in 1692. Th

The hope that bounds the heart Makes it harder to take a start A life of endless trails And paths that sometimes fails But forever in my heart will be The picture of you and me Forever my life will change Because you helped it rearrange.

I touch the glass The chill flows right through me. Once upon a time we were a we. Not a just you and me. My heart pounds towards the speed of light Remembering the Horrors of that summer night. You walked through the door with out much of a sound The lingering words still echoed around. You hated me and what I once was. That's what unhealed scars, not cared for does. This love we had still lingers in my soul. At some point I swear I will fall if there was not a memory to hold. Please sweet justice spin me round I swear to god I am going down. The ghost of her form still lingers at the door. And I know for sure I shall see it n

sky: The sinking sun of a sky once blue Finally a day I can live without knowing you. A saddened story intertwined. A  wielding soul now lost to whined . ------------------------------------ Tree: The tree Of life Branches extended High Is indeed a person Waiting in disguise --------------------------------------- golden: The golden angel His noble dragon steed A knight of Quarrel He continues to proceed

When one of none becomes some The world begins to spin its truth Lies and hate all in a ball of sin Hoping one day the world begins To spin its web of morbid fury To prey apon those who spin in worry Spider of hate and demise Lay down those lies And spin your web To count your dead.

No longer will I linger in my fantasies Wanting to feel the fabrics of peace Such fine fabric does not exist. Those you weave it with Misweave it, causing the fabrics undying doom. They tell you what they think They don't think about what you want Do they ask what gives you your sheltering peace? To weave a web of insanity is all they ever ask for To harm anyone but themselves To let go of all, but pieces of them, Let little alice fall Into the dungeons of sweet abyss. And maybe Just maybe, something bad will happen to her And she can rot away, feeling only the lights of heavens breath.

Our world was meant to be a sanctuary for those who had lost themselves, the ones alone the misfits Or misjudged.  A world of peace and second chances. Our world was made by the High God Kaine for his Kind and Beautiful wife. However, she was slain by an unknown hand and the high god turned his back on our world. With greed his Sister Asheiba, the Goddess of darkness, spread her wrath on our world. Sending her dark minions to make the world her own.  The Native's of the world, those created by the gods themselves, rose up to Stop Asheiba's attack. This Battle lasted 730 days and nights, the battle known as the Dark war. The mytholians one by