Sometimes things don’t work out
Sometimes it’s no-one’s fault
Sometimes things just fall apart
Sometimes the support that someone needs
Isn’t the support I want to give
Sometimes what they need is a friend
Not a rescuer, not a lover
When I want to help, I need to stop and ask
“Am I doing this for them, or for me?”
If I help with any thought of reward, it’s no help
If I help in the hope they will love me for it, it’s no help
If I care for them, if I want to help, I must help in the way that they need
Let my only reward be that they are happier
It’s okay to not be able to help
I must care f
Through dusk they flit, the spectres four,
Across land most wyrd and fell;
A charge bore they, to find their kith
To free them from their spell.
Six full years past since kin-at-arms
Were stole through eldritch gate -
Six full years past, and now at last,
With boon to pierce elfin mask,
A vanguard sought their fate.
Their quest was born in devilry;
Dear friends, pray heed their tale:
A hell-spawned witch with countenance fair
Had bade them to this vale.
O thrice-damned soul! to leave his men
For six long years to rot;
With burdened heart, to devil’s words
The man had cast his lot.
O fortunate soul! for honeyed tongue
Had spoken naug
They bore her out of the ancient tower. Golden, glorious and terrifying. Out of the Plains of the Dead they carried her broken body. Small for a funeral procession, only four of them, but the grief of the Children of the Sun is terrible to behold. Two walked, two flew, and none would bar them passage. Not here. Not in the City of the Dead.
They found the mortician, the one who had known her in life. They spoke, bargained. The highest honours were requested, a price was agreed, to be paid in orichalcum. One wore the robes of a priest, he begged the honour of being allowed to speak, to remember. To atone. The morticians can accommodate many ri
I see you cry and I react
I charge to save the day
A white knight on a noble steed
To bear the pain away
Such arrogance! to think that I
Could shoulder all your cares
And such insensitivity to try
I am no knight
And you are not a damsel in distress
Though well-meant, I strip you of yourself.
You are not broken, I no smith -
And yet I only see the flaws.
What makes me think I have the right
To dare to try and fix you?
Defining you by nothing but your scars
You are a person, first and last
An equal, and my friend
I see at last how I have done you wrong.
I saw your tears, and saw no more
I graciously deigned to help
My actio
Eyes and teeth in darkness gleaming
While you lie asleep and dreaming
Monsters underneath the bed
Come to feed on fear and dread
Unnamed terrors in the night
Ghosts and ghouls and things that bite
Darkness lends your fears form
Nightmares all around you swarm
Yet sleeping children need not fear
For we, your staunchest knights are here
Standing firm 'gainst horrors vile
Sanctuary for every child
Tirelessly we vigil keep
Guardians of your peaceful sleep
Ghosts will touch not hide nor hair
While we remain - your teddybears
Feeling helpless
Watching, hearing
The bitter flow of tears.
You are my friend
I feel your pain
But I'm too far away.
These things in life
Are yours to bear
But not to bear alone.
Please, let us in
So we can help
And stand with you 'gainst pain.
Your friends all stand
Arrayed around
To help, to hear, to hold.
Those bitter tears
Of broken heart
We long to wash away.
You're not alone
You're never lost
We stand, and will remain
So let us listen
Let us help
In any way we may.
The darkness of the caves is all you've ever known, all there's ever been. All there is. Darkness, and toil, and the struggle to survive. Occasionally, very occasionally, people whisper of something known as "magic". Not that anyone pays any heed. Only a feebleminded babe could believe those tales. You remember an old lady who would tell you stories of such things. You haven't seen her for many years, now. You try to remember the last time you saw her. Probably about the time you repeated one of her tales to your parents. They cuffed you, and told you to pay no heed to such flights of fancy. The next time you wandered past her house, she wasn
Not all vampires are pretty... by Heliomance, literature
Literature
Not all vampires are pretty...
The creature stared at me, and I at it. Never in my worst nightmares had I imagined such a beast could exist, and yet here it was. Tall as a man, it stood, its shoulders hunched. What I had first taken for a cape I now saw were leathery wings, folded against its back. Huge, they were. I estimated that it might have an 8-foot wingspan, fully spread.
The monster's legs were jointed backwards, and it stood on two great clawed feet, talons sharp enough to rip open a man's belly in an instant. I shuddered, in that strange, timeless moment, and forced my gaze back up.
The rest of the creature was no prettier. Its stomach bulged unnaturally, engor
If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am but a clanging bell.
But if I speak with the tongue of a bell and have love...
My voice will sound across the land
Bringing messages of tidings glad
A peal of joy, my bright notes fall
Calling Come and worship, one and all!
I ring the sombre times as well
A mournful toll comes from my bell
To mark the passing of a friend
A love that's lost, a life that ends.
I ring to celebrate a birth
My silver carillon full of mirth
I ring for the joining of two souls as one
A life together new begun.
I ring the turning of the year
A time for laughter, fun, good cheer
A
I live my life
I see your life
The pain you find each day
I reach to help
But pull away
I know not what to say
You hurt, I know
I see the scars
Inflicted day by day
I want to be
Your mail, your shield
And save you from harm's way
But I'm not there
It's not for me
To be your guarding knight
With all my heart
I wish to help
I simply have no right
Deep in your heart
I cannot go
A new friend lately met
Your private pain
I should not know
I cannot lift it yet
And so I stand
And helplessly
I watch you there, wishing
That I was closer
But for now
I'm outside, looking in.