Author's note: hi guys! yea...ur probably as surprised as i am...
i know i have A LOT of stories to complete as well as A LOT of explaining to do on why they arent completed but...
i have honestly no damn idea on how to tell u, so instead im going to shut the f up and let you read this poem i wrote since im now starting to write some Devil May Cry shit!
enjoy;)
Fire, Ice and Wolves of the Night
It is on nights like these that the beasts within come out to play.
The cool air around causing the mist of their breaths to transform into hazy puffs of smoke.
The black twilight hour is close at hand, and the beasts are waiting…waiting for their prey.
Soft paws along with treacherous claws dig deep into mother earth's soil.
Long, Lithe tongues hang out of their mouths as they spot what they are looking for.
The innocent creature is unaware of the gruesome event that will take place next.
Crouching low, the silver hunters creep close to the frozen river's edge, the deer within their grasp.
fangs are barred, panting becoming fast... anticipation building…
Pounce!
Chunks of meat, flesh and blood, all mingle together in the time old dance known as the 'circle of life'
Gurgled whimpers and soft hooves slowly fade as the mammal is devoured whole.
Covered in deep crimson, the beasts continue their feverous search for what both lust deeply for.
Or at least, one of them does.
Two sides of one coin
The bond shared between brothers is known to never break.
Even the worst of blood could not even shatter the immense hold.
Silver locks adorn their heads, cerulean eyes of the brightest kind implanted in their sockets.
Snow white skin paler than the full moon in all its glory, cover the muscles, marrow, and bones that lay beneath.
Appearing like angels of death, scour the streets of both heaven and hell alike, searching…but never finding.
So close in appearance they are, but are as far apart as the hands of God and man.
Like carnal animals, the demons within them claw at their souls with serpentine lust.
Like two wolves of the night, they hunt…. but neither search for the same thing.
Fire and Ice.
The difference is seen in the way they slice.
One headstrong and reckless, the other calm and cautious.
The first one weary, the other thoughtless.
One is hot while the other's cold.
One isn't modest, the other not bold.
Adorned in red, adorned in blue.
Such polar opposites, far from glue.
One is blunt t in the way he fights,
The other graceful, almost uptight.
One lusts for justice, the other for power.
Who knew a brotherly bond was so sour.
Fire and Ice.
Fate was shown in the way they sliced.
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