C-Hadley

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Blood Puppet

My Beloved, my guardian, my angel That unworldly escape, I treasured so dearly So sacred, so sweet - a saint sincerely How dare I gander at another Distracted from my one, my only, my ether Her thorn clutches and comfortably caged freedom I find Lest I fear, the fever of envy maddening her mind Imbuing my skin vivid crimson, that dominating whip "Pull my strings, you are my puppeteer!" stains my lip Still, with the beauty of a thousand roses black My haggard eyes, indeed, thay wholly lack the ardent of her twisted flame.

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The Promise of a new king. by C-Hadley, literature

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The Promise of a new king.

Ave pulled his shoulders back, standing tall; The crown perched upon his head creating a new man. Though the Tyrant with the iron fist was thrown off his corrupt steed, tense auras crawled about the walls like a rotten residue. The thought sent a shudder shooting down the newly crowned king's spine. "Go. Address your people." Sanja urged, lightly pushing Ave toward the door. Ave looked over to Sanja with a mixed expression. Fear. Anxiety. But at the same time, pride. He took a moment to gather him self before dragging his hesitant legs over to the balcony door with a strange sense of grace. He forced his body weight against the large iro