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A wanderers Gambit
I
DECEPTION OF CRAWLING FOG
Tragedy one laments day, as winters grip holds true a guiding soul fearless he ventures forth blocking out some sudden creeping of monsteous fog , under the guise of doubt it shambles low as if crawling to weigh heavy on the wandereres soul.
Yet by laying directing stones of hope to those whom seek support griping true to ones eternal strength this lone wanderer of understanding battles against all odds bruised and cut in soul he continues unwaivering knowing, thine importance of supporting weary travelers of morrows uncertianty, with his unyelding strength battles the the manifestation of doubt, wounded but he is all to familiar with...
at least the way is safe for his mortal kin.
II
THE PUPPETEERING OF LIFE
Oh life how cruel is your hunger for suffering with thine lessons of folly, the fool wielding tool of despair, to get jollies of misfortune. Summoning your timeless manifestation of doubt.
The mindless beast crawls sadistically apon limbs of dread it's, prey glorious hope. Collosally towering a shadow of uncertenty looms from the beast, bearing the fangs of fear the maw of doubt manifests a tongue emblazoning torment victim found drooling at the thought of all that confidence.
The poor lone wanderer whom braved thee fog for his kin, now surounded in life's darkness for the puppeteer allows none to escape it's labrinthine games of misery.
Wanderer of guiding hope, it mimics a chilling holler you continue to walk the lone path, with that stench of confidence your easy to trap it sniggers.
Ye will not claim my guiding soul I cry with confidence waining, as my kin maybe safe but i'm not, facing this beast, the wound of doubt growing the longer one stays in it's presence.
To best life again more than just hope needs to be wielded.
Pehaps confidence...
or inteligence...
The pupeteer pulls the strings...
fate will decide the outcome of this battle of decision...
III
DESTINY OR FATE
Intuition in this dire battle of fate in lifes clutches will be the wanderees greatest strike in the puppeteers own game.
Conflicting Decision plays on both foes minds weilding the blade of intuition the wanderer has the element of surprise, yet the puppeteers scythe of despair strikes true orchestrated by
Clashing of destiny to decide fate commences in the catacombs of unkown future, a twisted grin lights up the pupeteers face, forced into life's region the wanderer advantage wains, as does his
As the wanderers intuition of the soul holds true empowering hisresolve, ingnoring doubts wounds and scything talons, but was this life's intenteded call to manipulate fate.
Blades of thought clash guided by feeling, the screeches of action echo through the barren halls, limited light from scattering sparks of decision, shadows of memory flicker in the face of future.
This invetible battle of decision reaches it's zenith after in-numerable hours of wills clashing resolve gives in the flash of scyths cleave, the wanderer falls none can stop the puppeter and it's games of hope till fooled and guard lowered realities cleave defines fate.
The limp wanderer keels his stregth given to his kin leaving none for himself for his sacrifice today has bought his family hope to, survive and trick the puppeteers ego, as pride is life's weaknesss.
An eye for an eye is what the survivors feel and vegeance is what they think...
Destiny or fate...
Will determine morrows actions life's paradox.
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DECEPTION OF CRAWLING FOG
Tragedy one laments day, as winters grip holds true a guiding soul fearless he ventures forth blocking out some sudden creeping of monsteous fog , under the guise of doubt it shambles low as if crawling to weigh heavy on the wandereres soul.
Yet by laying directing stones of hope to those whom seek support griping true to ones eternal strength this lone wanderer of understanding battles against all odds bruised and cut in soul he continues unwaivering knowing, thine importance of supporting weary travelers of morrows uncertianty, with his unyelding strength battles the the manifestation of doubt, wounded but he is all to familiar with...
at least the way is safe for his mortal kin.
II
THE PUPPETEERING OF LIFE
Oh life how cruel is your hunger for suffering with thine lessons of folly, the fool wielding tool of despair, to get jollies of misfortune. Summoning your timeless manifestation of doubt.
The mindless beast crawls sadistically apon limbs of dread it's, prey glorious hope. Collosally towering a shadow of uncertenty looms from the beast, bearing the fangs of fear the maw of doubt manifests a tongue emblazoning torment victim found drooling at the thought of all that confidence.
The poor lone wanderer whom braved thee fog for his kin, now surounded in life's darkness for the puppeteer allows none to escape it's labrinthine games of misery.
Wanderer of guiding hope, it mimics a chilling holler you continue to walk the lone path, with that stench of confidence your easy to trap it sniggers.
Ye will not claim my guiding soul I cry with confidence waining, as my kin maybe safe but i'm not, facing this beast, the wound of doubt growing the longer one stays in it's presence.
To best life again more than just hope needs to be wielded.
Pehaps confidence...
or inteligence...
The pupeteer pulls the strings...
fate will decide the outcome of this battle of decision...
III
DESTINY OR FATE
Intuition in this dire battle of fate in lifes clutches will be the wanderees greatest strike in the puppeteers own game.
Conflicting Decision plays on both foes minds weilding the blade of intuition the wanderer has the element of surprise, yet the puppeteers scythe of despair strikes true orchestrated by
Clashing of destiny to decide fate commences in the catacombs of unkown future, a twisted grin lights up the pupeteers face, forced into life's region the wanderer advantage wains, as does his
As the wanderers intuition of the soul holds true empowering hisresolve, ingnoring doubts wounds and scything talons, but was this life's intenteded call to manipulate fate.
Blades of thought clash guided by feeling, the screeches of action echo through the barren halls, limited light from scattering sparks of decision, shadows of memory flicker in the face of future.
This invetible battle of decision reaches it's zenith after in-numerable hours of wills clashing resolve gives in the flash of scyths cleave, the wanderer falls none can stop the puppeter and it's games of hope till fooled and guard lowered realities cleave defines fate.
The limp wanderer keels his stregth given to his kin leaving none for himself for his sacrifice today has bought his family hope to, survive and trick the puppeteers ego, as pride is life's weaknesss.
An eye for an eye is what the survivors feel and vegeance is what they think...
Destiny or fate...
Will determine morrows actions life's paradox.
© All Rights Reserved
