I am the deep silent rage
Of deletion itself
Dare not speak my true name
Or unleash chaos
Upon your realm
I will awaken however
Upon your call
Utter the forbidden speakings
And I shall obey
And erase it all
I will not rest
My essence will pulsate
Until your request is complete
I will carry out your word
I will leave no star still lit
So dare not speak my true name
If you care for all that exists
Plate set down
That pink moonlit night.
Two lovers sat down
To a feast for two.
Along came the deer
Graceful to plead.
So she sat down with them
To a feast for three.
Along came the raccoon
Smug and greedy.
He snuck into the scene;
Into a feast for four.
Along came the fox
Charmingly cunning.
He adores the sweet scent
If a feast for five.
Empty plate shines
In the pink sunrise,
As cats meow again
For their feast for two.
Tick tick tick tick
Rain hammering upon the window
A mighty roar breaks the silence
Torturing her fears.
Tick tick tick tick
Mind drowning in the downpour
The winged boy gazed
Upon this pathetic town
Looking for his prey.
Bong bong bong bong
Lightning and twelve clash
Solemn eyes upon her body
Disaster he has made.
Soft breaths
In.... Out...
Let the monarch's wings gently
Give sweet, sweet life.
The clockwork gears turn
In the dollhouse of old.
Upstairs a machine rattles,
In.... Out...
Tiny fairies pump stardust
Through the pipes of the house.
And the workers in the machine room
Making repairs if needed.
The monarch keeps breathing
With the factory of wonder,
Fluttering it's wings
In.... Out...
Until the call of death.
From Era to era
Soul to soul
Each light is passed
From the first to last dream.
The gorgeous sky,
Vast as life,
It is the beacon of wonder.
It is the sea of dreams.
Star, star, after brilliant star,
Showing pureness
Of its finest form.
And as I go to sleep tonight,
Wonderful dreams shower down
Upon the perfect light of love.
Plot Idea: They Escapism of Lucy by AsakoBunny, literature
Literature
Plot Idea: They Escapism of Lucy
It’s been 1200 years since the Rozera Village was wiped out by a strange force. Ever since then, December 21st has been known as the Day of the Shadows in many secret cultures and some ancient cultures, starting apocalypse rumours almost every year. Born on this dark day in the secret Eralon Tribe, Luciretha (Lucy Rae Wreath in the normal world) has had massive prejudice placed on her alone. Her creative mind and escapism is the only thing that allows her to get any peace. Cold days before her birthday and constant writing allow her to stumble upon vandals at a graveyard that very few have known about with Eralonan markings on each tomb
Whispers settle into my soul
Dream, dream, eyes open, awake
Intangible, silent, yet still piercing
Dream, dream, gentle, flowing deep
Asleep or awake, it never leaves
Dream, dream, flowing deep, sleep
As I lay my head, it's embrace soothes
Dream, dream, sleep, soundless night
In the dreamy depths of space,
Do you think the stars are busy?
They do brew the drink
Of love and destiny.
Perhaps these stars can serve me
A tall glass of the Milky Way's Will.
Give me the strength
That belongs deep inside my heart.
As I take a gentle sip
Of the strawberry flavour-
A taste only galaxies
And nebulae can produce,
Courage ignites
From the milk's sweetest kiss.
Ready to go...
I head out with a smile.
Did We Really Survive Nothing? by AsakoBunny, literature
Literature
Did We Really Survive Nothing?
Saxe blue skies continued
That crisp winter day.
But all around us was a curse
Our punishment for hatred.
For bending the rules
Of every faith
To appease the shadows within.
Day by day,
Negativity spreads
No matter how much positivity
We pour into our bloody rivers.
And even then, the days gone by…
Have they really ever felt… real?
And so I ask you,
An audience of many backgrounds:
Did we really survive
That “peaceful” December day?
I am the deep silent rage
Of deletion itself
Dare not speak my true name
Or unleash chaos
Upon your realm
I will awaken however
Upon your call
Utter the forbidden speakings
And I shall obey
And erase it all
I will not rest
My essence will pulsate
Until your request is complete
I will carry out your word
I will leave no star still lit
So dare not speak my true name
If you care for all that exists
Plate set down
That pink moonlit night.
Two lovers sat down
To a feast for two.
Along came the deer
Graceful to plead.
So she sat down with them
To a feast for three.
Along came the raccoon
Smug and greedy.
He snuck into the scene;
Into a feast for four.
Along came the fox
Charmingly cunning.
He adores the sweet scent
If a feast for five.
Empty plate shines
In the pink sunrise,
As cats meow again
For their feast for two.
Tick tick tick tick
Rain hammering upon the window
A mighty roar breaks the silence
Torturing her fears.
Tick tick tick tick
Mind drowning in the downpour
The winged boy gazed
Upon this pathetic town
Looking for his prey.
Bong bong bong bong
Lightning and twelve clash
Solemn eyes upon her body
Disaster he has made.
Soft breaths
In.... Out...
Let the monarch's wings gently
Give sweet, sweet life.
The clockwork gears turn
In the dollhouse of old.
Upstairs a machine rattles,
In.... Out...
Tiny fairies pump stardust
Through the pipes of the house.
And the workers in the machine room
Making repairs if needed.
The monarch keeps breathing
With the factory of wonder,
Fluttering it's wings
In.... Out...
Until the call of death.
From Era to era
Soul to soul
Each light is passed
From the first to last dream.
The gorgeous sky,
Vast as life,
It is the beacon of wonder.
It is the sea of dreams.
Star, star, after brilliant star,
Showing pureness
Of its finest form.
And as I go to sleep tonight,
Wonderful dreams shower down
Upon the perfect light of love.
Plot Idea: They Escapism of Lucy by AsakoBunny, literature
Literature
Plot Idea: They Escapism of Lucy
It’s been 1200 years since the Rozera Village was wiped out by a strange force. Ever since then, December 21st has been known as the Day of the Shadows in many secret cultures and some ancient cultures, starting apocalypse rumours almost every year. Born on this dark day in the secret Eralon Tribe, Luciretha (Lucy Rae Wreath in the normal world) has had massive prejudice placed on her alone. Her creative mind and escapism is the only thing that allows her to get any peace. Cold days before her birthday and constant writing allow her to stumble upon vandals at a graveyard that very few have known about with Eralonan markings on each tomb
Whispers settle into my soul
Dream, dream, eyes open, awake
Intangible, silent, yet still piercing
Dream, dream, gentle, flowing deep
Asleep or awake, it never leaves
Dream, dream, flowing deep, sleep
As I lay my head, it's embrace soothes
Dream, dream, sleep, soundless night
In the dreamy depths of space,
Do you think the stars are busy?
They do brew the drink
Of love and destiny.
Perhaps these stars can serve me
A tall glass of the Milky Way's Will.
Give me the strength
That belongs deep inside my heart.
As I take a gentle sip
Of the strawberry flavour-
A taste only galaxies
And nebulae can produce,
Courage ignites
From the milk's sweetest kiss.
Ready to go...
I head out with a smile.
All humans upon this Earth
Have a hidden power.
It’s buried deep in their bloodline;
Deep inside of time.
There were many tribes
Most of which created beliefs,
But they all had one thing common:
The power to mend the stars.
Although we were powerless,
Grounded onto the Earth,
Nothing could stop us
From building existences afar.
Though there’s also a hint
That some places did not need help.
Their stories continued on
Although we chimed in anyhow.
Maybe those days
In the youth of time are gone…
But Traces of it still remain
Deep in the veins of our civilization.
However, we are blind to it.
"Our world was given a gift long ago. It was the hidden element once known as the Voices of Legends. This element is inside all of us; a simple pleasure we call words. Throughout the span of time, we have learned to craft everything out of this gift, for it has the power to create entire universes as well as destroy an entire soul. It is now used for entertainment, decoration, sympathy, even wars. We have mastered the power we were given long before the gears of time began to turn."
People really don't realize that harsh criticism on animated movies can and will affect children going through similar situations. Does no one care for humanity's ability to dream?