Incandescent LightIncandescent Light Description: As you walk on a road filled with cackling crows and your demons weigh you down . The road before you see as bleak and filled with darkening tones of crows eating your bread crumbs that you placed to find your way back , your demons torture you with their tormenting whips of sadness .Incandescent Light
You struggle and wrestle with your inner demons and the crows cackle at you as they mock you . But when you start to give into them and something flares up inside your soul . You wonder what is this strange light that is warm and comforts you when you are in distress .
This light , this
Candle's LightA true friend is there through sadness , the good times and the bad times . From far away they come to comfort the sadness , though some times they are sad but thier at yourside never alone . They sacriffice thier time and no matter things are occupying thier minds you are always first foremost in thier thoughts and hearts . The darkness may surround you and shed no light , but a flicker of a flame follows you every where you may go ,Candle's Light
Show me a single flame of a candle's light and it warmth still finds it 's way your way comforting you through all things even through heart aches that seem to plague your love-sick heart . Remember most
Shakesperean Macarbe" Out , out brief candle ! Life's but a walking shadow , a poor player that struts and fretsShakesperean Macarbe
his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more . It is a tale told by an idiot , full of sound and fury signifying nothing ."
Macbeth Act 5 , Scene 5
Like a cherub knocked from high aloft a high cloud that it's softness that is made of silken lace and velvet curtains . As I plumment towards the surface hard ground and as i fall with deepen gloom as the rain-drops hit my forhead and wonder what kind of satire this is .
As the world that seemed so grey and dull , the world seemed more brighter on the surface t
Felling pretty Gooood
--
Hope flares deep within the darkness
--Only to be consumed by my shattered heart.
Pain blooms
A wicked concoction of loss
A draught of betrayal.
It is easy to lie to a fool
--
-Mory
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