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Through the Demon's Eyes
"Where were you last night?" the elders barked at me as I cringed at their harsh tone. I couldn't tell them that I had deliberately escaped out from the castle walls to meet one of the enemy clan of the Rito; Bird People. The Wolfos clans, my clan of wolf people, were forbidden from ever cavorting with them. Course, curiosity killed the cat, but in this case it saved the wolf.
My mind fluttered back to my first encounter, which was years before. I wandered outside of the castle one night while I was under the influence of my strange "condition," except I would call it more a curse. My people are able to turned into the forms of wolves, hence the name "Wolfos." Unfortunately, my condition alters my form hideously like that of a demon. Even worse is that my mind completely vanishes, leaving pure bloodthirsty and irrational instincts. All human reasoning has le
Single Strands of Hope -Story-
It was a muggy, foggy day as the sun hung high in the air, but a slight chill was still evident. I rode my horse along the vast plains of Hyrule Field in search of food, water, or shelter. I clutched my black cloak around my shoulders to keep warm as my other hand rested on the hilt of my sword.
It had been seven years since the takeover from the Evil Gerudo King Ganondorf and Hyrule had fallen into chaos. Ever since the princess disappeared and the Hero of Time was sealed, thievery, murder, and even rape had become rampant. All was falling perfectly into the hands of darkness. Not that I was about to let that happen.
I was a part of a small band of rebels trying to thwart Ganondorf, searching for recruits. I used this cover for my true purpose, to find the Hero of Time, my brother, Link.
My name is Noella. I was born in the house of royals and lived there till my little bro
Spring is a NinjaI know spring must change things,
but she's like a ninja at night
with a sly smile and a subtle presence.
She must have trained for years
with saffron robed monks
to master the imperceptibly quick movements
that noiselessly sneak tiny green buds onto twigs
and hide small pink flowers
around maroon leaves no longer than my pinky.
I see her work each morning
in the delicate shifting
of one thing to the next
but I never see her,
and it feels like each change she makes
has been there forever.
Third DestinationThe sky was grey
It was raining
the whole day
No houses, no trees
There was a scent
of salty, bitter tears
Then wind was blowing
Away the broken
pieces of paper
My soul, my home
That was the memory of my
Beautiful WorldBorn free here on earth:
Huge herds in the world.
Wild and free - so live animals
In our unique beautiful world.
Huge forests once on earth
Until the man was born.
Nature so green. Grazing on glade
Is a deer quite shy but close.
Rain over dry countries.
I see the awakening of nature.
Rainbow makes me dream
Peacefully after a hot dry night.
Fog over high mountains,
Waterfall – force of nature,
Silence … just a bird chirping
When the morning is awake.
Sun standing high in the sky
But when the night will soon be dark:
Dark blue is the sky then -
I see the world with different eyes
As long as it still exists.
Because I am just a part of life
In a dying world untouched.
Second DestinationOn the upside down mountain
Colored oil black
I saw a house there
Front of it the bridge
between the mountain and a
200 floors high building
while 10 children
were running on the roof
All died in the fall
And so was my
30. Under the RainWhen it Rained
Hearing how the water fall
hits the roof
There has been many
who I don't know
to become lost
when it rained
They walk the path
and there is only one way
since it's too hot
when sun still shines
we'll get burned again
so then we are gone
when it rains
AndromedaAmongst the darkened skies
Brightened by only starlight
Field & Sea.
Gravity is only an afterthought
Hilltops become ladders into the sky while
Inferior planets stare down upon the Earth
Jealous of such simplicity yet contemplating grandeur.
Keppler only thought of science
Linear, elliptical, movement…
Mythology had no such thoughts
Neptune & Nebulas both inhabit space
Orbiting across the lonely darkness
Probably never worried about mundane things
Questioning their existence
Right now or for all eternity such as us.
Shooting stars make us joyful while
Terminator is an otherworldly spectacle
Unknown to all those hidden in their houses
Various stars await us outside
Waiting to play like we did before
Xenagogue & inviting
Youthful but ancient curiosities.
Zenith induced euphoria continues until daylight…
The Beauty of the Flight OneOh bird,
oh how I envy you so
with your wings so delicate
but has the strength
to fight and navigate through
the ever pushing winds
your sharp and fine beak
an open even
the hardest of words and nuts
to provide the proper amount of food
for your beloved nest
You work so diligently
looking around for signs of danger
to later take flight
if it comes to that
but staying to fight
if your nest comes to harms way
Your call expresses many emotions
that I myself sometimes feel
the purtrid cry of sorrow
the beligerant screech of anger
the prepossessing song of love and content
Oh how I envy many things
of your careful, free life
I still know of the great dangers
that you constantly face
and I will always admire
how dutefully you deal
with all the troubles
that come with being a bird
Astronaut, calling from Soilthe astronaut landed
on a nylon moon.
the walls of net allowed no entry
he had a frail bronze skin,
so had a suit of emerald.
and six twig legs were
state of the art, back on Soil.
a giant monster,
jeans and pink and t-shirt,
attacked him in sudden, accidental savagery.
now the astronaut is shutting down,
all in the name of letting a giant
get higher than he needed to.
The Beast of the Mists
The clouds lay dormant,
Silent and grey,
As the white misty fog covered the dormant town
In a pall of silence.
Children hid within their homes
As mothers did their housework.
Little did they know that the creature of the wild lurked among that fog.
The creature of the wild moved with uncertainty and fright,
Snout in the air,
Searching for safety.
It flew down the pavements
Of the muggy, foggy roads,
Finding a place to hide,
A home for it to keep.
I slumped in the house,
Wishing to be free,
When electricity seemed to surge through my body,
Telling me to go outside.
I crept to the door with such curiosity and excitement,
"What could be on the other side?" I thought.
I pulled open the white wooden door to a silver misty realm.
A beast of the forest,
Glistened silver faced,
Grey body shimmering.
Its golden eyes pierced my own
With a strange calm about them.
Suddenly fear was plain on its face as its body shook
Like a windblown tree.
My sister towered behind me,
Screaming in terror.
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