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This internal struggle defines her existence. As the queen, she exudes wisdom, grace, and benevolence. As the dragon, she embodies raw, untamed power and ferocity. The goddess understands that to reveal her true form would be to unleash a power that could consume the world. Yet, to do nothing would be to condemn her people to a fate worse than death. Thus, she remains in her tower, loving them from afar, ensuring their safety by keeping her distance.
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Despite her isolation, the Horned God is the protector of the land. Her eyes, ever watchful, spot any threat long before it reaches her people. Her love for them fuels her resolve, and her power shields them from harm. It is a heavy burden, but one she bears willingly, for she knows that this is the only way to keep the balance and safeguard her kingdom.
High atop her tower, the Horned Goddess sits in solitude, watching over her kingdom. Her people are now below her. As they look towards the skies they see their beloved battle princess and her captor, a dragon of mist and darkness. Locked in an eternal struggle to maintain the balance of their world. Her people don’t stray too far from the truth. She is both—the fierce queen and the mighty dragon, her dual nature a secret known only to her.
My heart’s bound to this body
By nothing, but skin Nothing on the outside Reflects what is in Beneath this exterior Outside feels inferior Beneath a shell Not many know me well Beneath this pain The stain They’ve left Beneath all the tears The years I slept Sleepwalk through my days And I say They’ll go, But they never leave And they take My soul They take it with them My life, as a token To those who treasure Take deep pleasure To alter my path Lyrics:
(Soft, repetitive chanting) Tick-tock, tick-tock, the clock keeps turning Perfect image, forever burning Fix the flaws, erase the pain Mask it up, play the game (More intense, distorted vocals) Can't stop the cycle, trapped inside Haunted by the darkness, fearsome tide Craving perfection, futile chase Lost in my mirror, vacant space (Soft, repetitive chanting resumes) Tick-tock, tick-tock, the clock keeps turning Perfect image, forever burning Fix the flaws, erase the pain Mask it up, play the game I knew you in a way
Confidently, the most At least one day Because I memorized While he ignored you To hurt you, But I memorized And you hated me When he didn’t ignore me And you scraped your outsides off to let him see inside you And I foolishly tried to catch your pieces when they fell And their weight crushed both of us And your weight crushed both of us And you hated me for it. And I hated you for that. I wish I still hated you for that But as one would suspect, it was easier before I am certain, without a doubt in my mind that I know you deeper and more sincerely than any other soul I idolized your favorite things I took note of my words I had used every time you laughed I obsessed over all possible solutions to mend what made you cry I hummed the breaths you took in perfect time I memorized the tune of your heartbeat Your smile is forever ingrained in my mind Your worries will never leave my train of thought Your taste could never leave the tip of my tongue and the back of my throat Your voice will never cease ringing in my ears Your deepest secrets will never escape beyond my lips While he ignored you To hurt you, I memorized. And you didn’t even notice. Best case scenario. High atop her tower, the Horned Goddess sits in solitude, watching over her kingdom. Her people are now below her. As they look towards the skies, they see their beloved, battle princess and her dragon captor. Locked in an eternal struggle to maintain the balance of their world. Her people don’t stray too far from the truth. She is both—the fierce queen and the mighty dragon, her dual nature a secret known only to her.
This internal struggle defines her existence. As the queen, she exudes wisdom, grace, and benevolence. As the dragon, she embodies raw, untamed power and ferocity. The goddess understands that her true form is too powerful, too overwhelming for her people to witness. Thus, she remains in her tower, loving them from afar, ensuring their safety by keeping her distance. Despite her isolation, the Horned God is the protector of the land. Her eyes, ever watchful, spot any threat long before it reaches her people. Her love for them fuels her resolve, and her power shields them from harm. It is a heavy burden, but one she bears willingly, for she knows that this is the only way to keep the balance and safeguard her kingdom. A soft purring illuminates the heart of the Sylvan forests. Reverberations pulse through the otherwise still canopies. A shift in the winds. A breach in tranquility. An eerie precipice. The Dominion, where the winds seem to stop entirely. Where walls and steel make sanctuary. A fortress confined by the “protection” they anxiously guard. A shifting border that exhales its claim. To take up more space within itself each breath. Inch by inch the mechanical being swells. Its hum suddenly contorts into a screech. A moment of stillness, just as unsettling, cascades from the stone. The forest braces for The Dominion’s next breath. They are never far apart.
take me back to the window
where the sun bathed us and birthed us anew. When it rained, we both claimed Rebirth. When we shared a thought, then pondered how the other had understood so completely. How could one live beside the deepest part of a mind, and choose to stay at the ledge? We knew how close we were to falling into madness, but tiptoed about our fate, regardless. take me back to the window. When I get there, will you be home? As I cry, I claim Rebirth... i had never lost
someone’s understanding quite so drastically. no one had ever reached these depths. and then you climbed out of me. the sight was seen. i'm just another boulder to climb upon. don’t even notice i’m there. but the slip from the top, when you're missing a rock... a descent almost as deadly as mine. but that’s up, and i’m down now |
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