MuskogeeWarrior

Cufe ran as far as he could. Trying to chase his tale. He ran and found  Yvhv'nene. Cufe slowed his pace, and lowered his head till his battered ears drugged the ground. Yvhv'nene saw him and was baffled by his composure.  "What is it Cufe?" Yvhv'nene asked. Cufe stopped and without looking up replied "I came to say I'm sorry" Yvhv'nene was stunned and perplexed by this remark. it was then when Yvhv'nene realized how small and battered Cufe was. Cufe raised his head.  And as a new breath filled Cufe's lungs he spoke with confidence he looked into Yvhv'nene's eyes "and thank you" This confused Yvhv'nene even more.  Cufe always speaks in

Well well, How can I put this in words? More so, How can I formulate letters, That only you will understand? We are creatures of habit of course. Don't blame me for the curiosity. Infact, This puzzle has interested me. Besides your the one who said "Everything happens for a reason" This rings true more so for you. What is the reason? The missing puzzle piece. So what if you're not made of stone? Yes, we already said we're creatures of habit. Who wants to be anyways? Left alone, cold, battered by time. Until all that's left is sand, Only to be pushed around and scattered. Besides it's not your nature. Now clay on the other hand, Perfect a

Hey you. Yeah you out there, You got me writing once again Ironic isn't it? Of course you would be the one, More tragic... The irony is I know you can't read this. Back then I wouldn't know, To thank or curse you. Tick tock is what you said, Watching this rabbit run off Without his watch. Tick tock tick tock, I was too entranced Peering into the looking Glass. To blinded by the truth I saw. Ironic no? I thought so. More like a kick in the ass. Just like now, Only difference I'm out of miracles. No more tricks, Silly rabbit. Once again the looming feeling Soils my bones. Only this time, Your not here to ground me. No voice of reason, Ever s

"This is a old tale, One filled with death and sarrow. Heed My words Young One, For this story burdens my heart. This tale isn't about Glory or Honor. This is a tale of tragity. It begins in a city of darkness, found in a distant land." "Hurry to the gates! They broke though!" Cryed the Weapon Master Shadowhawk. "We can't let them get into the inner house! Protect the Matron Mother with your life!" the sounds of screaming and fighting echoed though the fortress.  The solders of the house of Shadowhawk scurried frantically to fight off the attaking house of Nightfang. "Kill them all! Tonight we end the House of Shadowhawk dies!" Weapo

Alone I traveled, down the darkened path. A distant but familiar scent, catches my awareness. But Alas, no rushing memory, No reminiscent feelings, Just the bittersweet aroma, dancing in the wind. Onward I follow, The dim Moonlit Path. Impeded again, by the breeze blown wind. A voice from the trees, A vaguely familiar Sound. As if whispering sweet nothings, toying with my mind. Swimming in thought, I try to find what it is, Haunting me this night. I move forward with renewed purpose. Step over step, the path ends within a field. The full moon shines bright, Upon a rock of resting. the wind's voice howls, And rushes in

Things that hold, that what bindes, Keeping the hidden bonded. Fetter's unsevered, Vala Knows the Future, More does she see. Screams echo, thought the darkend cave, From Midgard flows, To the Halls of Hel, It wakens Niefelhiem's Hallow slumber. Things that hold, that what bindes, Keeping the hidden bonded. Fetter's unsevered, Vala Knows the Future, More does she see. It's deathly grip, strangles the air, Only the strong Can break free. The faithful cry out, Wotan does hear! Thing's that hold, that what bindes, Keeping the hidden bonded, Fetter's Unsevered, By Compulsion I have spoke, Now will I be Silent!

I woke up in Wonderland, All sorta terrifying. I don't wanna be all alone. I'm out of my head, Am I alive? Am I dead? Something has to change. No way to recall, What it was that you had said to me. But killing me just the same. Taken all I can, Cleansing I've endured within, And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping The moon tells me a secret. And in lupine ways, We'll alleviate the pain. A last blood benediction, Don't spill a drop dear, Let me kiss the curse away. Hey wolf moon, Come cast your spell on me.