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[Wow] The Trial of RegretRunning away was no longer an option. That’s all she had ever done, ever since her youth. Run from battle, run from her feelings…run, run, run. Truth be told, she was tired of it. But fear had kept her from her final Trial, regardless of how important it was not only in her training but in finding inner peace. If she could not surpass it, she would never be able to live up to her title as Master of Serenity.[Wow] The Trial of Regret by ~Whimsical-Realist
So it was that in the early morning of a overcast spring day that Voudka walked solemnly down to the pond just below her friend’s home, three sticks of incense clutched in her hand. Settling down on a moss-covered rock
Best ForgottenSing me a songBest Forgotten by ~Whimsical-Realist
Of yesterday’s goodbyes.
Let me drift away
With all the could-have-been's.
I’m lost
In thoughts of what has gone,
Of what can never be again.
I dwell
On imagined lovers,
And the faded daydreams they inspired.
Stop to visit all the ruins
That my own hands brought about.
It surely isn't healthy,
Keeping what is best forgotten.
Do they think of me,
Or am I the only one
To sit up in the shadows,
Remembering them in pieces?
Do they know
What they did?
Do they know
How they changed me?
Do they know
That I still can’t let it all go?
They all move on
And so must I.
But in the lonely shadows,
I still wonder.
Did
All The Unicorns Are DeadAll the unicorns are dead,All The Unicorns Are Dead by ~Whimsical-Realist
At least the ones inside my head.
All the magic and the wonder,
Burned to cinders, torn asunder.
I’ve run out of fairy dust
And no amount of clapping
Can bring them back.
The looking glass is just
A mirror.
The second star to the right
Went supernova.
The wardrobe is full
Of the skeletons I collect.
All the unicorns are dead,
Leaving emptiness instead.
All the hopes and all the dreams,
Snuffed out, so it seems.
No more dust.
Too weak to clap.
Can’t go back.
The mirror shows a
Tired soul.
The dead star flickers,
A flame before the wind.
Skeletons rattle against the door,
Speaking poison.
All th
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