He strung his fate

A fly in a web

Small and forgotten

Might aswell be dead

It started long ago

Hands stained by blood,

Mind swarmed with guilt

A deed unforgettable

A decision which was regrattable

That web warped him

A monster crept out

One of fear

And unexhaustable guilt

He was taken for a fool

How so very cruel

He took that hand,

Up in the clouds

It was an angel's

Yet a devil's too

A double edged sword

When he realized his mistake

The deed was done,

Putting him in a grueling state

Strung in a web

Cheated out of life

His head now cold

His heart struck lifeless

Could it stay

Or was I wrong

A happy family

To dawn upon

With smiles of glee

And hearts of love

A perfect family

Pure like doves

Although a fizzure formed inside

It hurt the dinamic

A wide divide

It stung deep

I could feel its effects

Which bubbled within

As an evil complex

So easily covered

So easily devised

They kept in their troubles

Which destroyed my mind

Dusk overtook the evening sky

A field covered in frost, a barren pine,

Its color from past seasons, lost

Few needles left upon its sickly branches

Quietly, a child shuffled towards the shriveled trunk;

In his imagination carrying a garland, bright and shiny

He wrapped the wreath, imagining it

From lowest limb to highest peak

Across its outstretched boughs.

A new beauty dawned upon its barren surface

The ancient evergreen somehow revived,

Smelling of fresh sap, gleaming with icy brilliance

Snow returned, drifting down once more

The white flakes starting a vigorous dance

Shivering beneath the tree with pride

A toothy grin spreading wide

Moonlight striking it from up high

Stars twinkling from behind

Wind murmuring through the pine

Withered but perfect all the same

A present that none could take away...

A name, something that sings out to the world who you are

I am something yet nothing

What I mean is that my identity is somewhat a mystery to me

Figuring out who I am and what my name means

It isn’t something I’ve had time to think deepy about

So I guess my name is nothing, at least for the moment

My thoughts picture a perfect self

Someone who I strive to be, yet such an image is blurry

An picture which I simply can’t make out even though I try so hard to see what is displayed on its surface

Life is an ongoing sea in which so many drown in as they swim in its depths

They sufficate because of the overwhelming darkness that makes up their lives

People become frightened

Reach out to the fallen, reach out to the darkness with your light

So many have such a hard time, but that doesn't have to be the case

Stretch out your hand to any whom may need it

We live in a cruel world full of corruption and despair

The happiness in life is many a times clouded by the wicked smirk of evil

Don't be scared of living because if you live in fear then the darkness will win

And the light shall fade into the shadows

Prancing through the fields full of delight

A creature of pure beauty that illuminates at night

Through the breeze it fights

Survival is its goal

Most are dreamed about with a pure soul

Magic at its purest escapes from their horns

Rarely are such beings ever born

Rebel it does against the darkness of war

Yet still does it fight, even if it may be done for

Intolerance, blocking you out from all the world, shuting you within a small room that may never expand

A manipulative voice that whispers in your ear

It calls to you, tells you that nothing else is right

Your opinion matters, for none can dispute it

It chuckles to itself for the trouble it has caused, and the doubt it has induced

What shall you do, give in or become the bigger person?

For do you have the right to decide?