Demons and Knights (by illspk)

Tired while fighting against your demons

So tired while trying to turn off their ongoing blame

While trying to bring you to your senses

I’m only loosing energy and filling up with shame

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There’s no gain nor end to this game

And it will bring me no fame

Only the loss of my peace and mind

Trying to apologize to and calm down your demons – I was trying to be kind

Madness’ lovely dramatic response (by illspk)

Our dear hater and parasite – welcome and f*** off well

Today is another tale to tell

The toxins must again have reached your busy brain

Because you’re passing on the blame to us and you are bringing us pain

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To hell with you

Eat mungobeans

Do sh** a lot and pee very rich

Let your toxins return to the universe you miserable piece of an unhappy bi**h

The Black Sea (by illspk)

Name of the big black sea

Hide me from that jealousy

That runs in the waters deep

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So steep

That it poisons the minds and hearts of the young

With narcissism

Moiraian Thoughts: One cannot care less (by illspk)

One cannot care less about the way you talk

Wondering if there‘s something that lies beyond your quack

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One cannot care less about the way you hate

Because this is only your secret wish with one to mate

Confession of Morgan le Fay: Portrait of the beloved (by illspk)

Your hair is black

Your eyes are a mixture between green & blue

Your heart has the shape of a beautiful large diamond

Because your thoughts turn first around all others and last about you

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Emrys

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Your smile is enchanting

Because of your turquoise eyes’ beam

You are not at all what you at times may seem

But who would know you well enough?

The Morganian Revenant (by illspk)

Stupid she was

Oh how stupid

Lost she had her beloved boy

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One day he’d been deceived by others

And gone was their lover’s joy

He became a dark shadow king who would cruelessly toy

Around with her soul

The Winter’s Woman: Yuki-Onna’s longing (by illspk)

Winter is coming

The leaves of all the cherry trees have started to fall

Under one of the trees a fragile seeming but tall female figure stands

Looking with her icy and remote glare at the people who are passing by – not noticing her at all

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Her hair is so long it reaches her hips and is drenched with a silvery shimmer

Her eyes seem to be emotionless and filled with a nostalgic grey

It is a figure that loves the moonlight and approaches at night her prey

But too long she does not like at one place to stay