IronsChick

Why keep fighting? Why not rest? It would make so many things so much easier, To just let go. To just let the darkness consume To smell the earth around you To know that she will always hold you To know she is there, waiting. I'm getting so tired. But i cannot sleep. So tired of fighting So tired of seeking help.... All i want to do is rest.

 If you listen, You can hear them. The whispers upon the winds. The storms quake the sky, Bringing desperately need rain, But also reminds that they arent always kind. The thunder announces, The lightening crackles, Can you hear the message? Some say it is tears of angels, Crying for the injust in the world. But if you listen, you can hear the truth. What we do today, Determines tomorrow. And only we can make a difference. Do we care? Do we listen? Or do we just sit and watch as the tears flow?

 She was tired, the demon that took the burden of the world upon her shoulders, and though she wanted to rest, there was still so much to do.  Though healed, her body was still feeling the effects of the angels assault; the internal fire, the blinding assault upon her mind, and the worst of it all- the stench of the heavens.  Those weapons were made for killing demons, and for those who somehow survived the encounter, the weapons lasting impressions upon the demon in hopes it would go mad and kill themselves.   She leaned against the edge of the of the open door, those emerald eyes looking into the night as the breeze picked up a few strands

Deep in the belly of the castle, there was a room that was completely sealed off from the rest of the palace.  There were no windows, no doors, nothing but thick metal and cement walls.  On one wall there was an alter, an alter surrounded by three figures, each holding their cupped hands outwards, as if to hold something, with their heads bowed.  Before them stood a very old stand, which a book laid open upon.  The room was dimly kit with candles strategically placed around the figures, candles which always burned and wax never dripped.  This room held the most important items of all three realms. Each of the tree figures were dramatically d