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Alright, so a week ago my friend fell in love with my Gryphon characters.
She's my best friend on DeviantArt.
She wrote me a poem about two of my Gryphons; Kalypso and Balthazar.
Balthazar is not the type to appreciate what he has. So she asked for a quick description and i told her:
He's vulgar, stubborn, strong willed, and has been called demented. He's wiped out his own kind before. He doesn't have any offspring, and sees young ones as repulsive ingrates. He also has said that women are nothing but trouble due to past experiences. He fights (to the death in most cases) as a hobby. And reads this book that he found burred under a willow tree that has gnash marks in it and low whisperings coming from it, and he experiences paranormal activity in particular demons and has made deals with them in the past.
And out of that she wrote me this poem. I loves it so much
Phoenix
Life through the fire, I spread my wings
The fringes of my morality are faded from the burns.
My fury falls like living embers
Your forgiveness, like rain.
It burns the surface of my heart as the liquid of your tears brings my anger to ashes.
Born through the starlight, your wings are pure
Unscathed by the anger you refuse to submit to.
I fear your rose-petal virtue.
No, I fear for it.
A rose brought too close to the fire will bow over with pain, and weep.
I hate the fire. The power it brings.
The anger fuels my veins, while destroying me.
I wish I could love you
Without fear of destroying.
Should I dive into the water of redemption, in the hope that I may not drown?
Shall I abandon this fire
In hope that I may be reborn?
Burn away this crust of existence
Peel away the igneous shell from around my exposed heart.
Like a phoenix, let my anger be burned in the fire of its own destruction
To make way for a newer life.
So do you all like it??
She's my best friend on DeviantArt.
She wrote me a poem about two of my Gryphons; Kalypso and Balthazar.
Balthazar is not the type to appreciate what he has. So she asked for a quick description and i told her:
He's vulgar, stubborn, strong willed, and has been called demented. He's wiped out his own kind before. He doesn't have any offspring, and sees young ones as repulsive ingrates. He also has said that women are nothing but trouble due to past experiences. He fights (to the death in most cases) as a hobby. And reads this book that he found burred under a willow tree that has gnash marks in it and low whisperings coming from it, and he experiences paranormal activity in particular demons and has made deals with them in the past.
And out of that she wrote me this poem. I loves it so much
Phoenix
Life through the fire, I spread my wings
The fringes of my morality are faded from the burns.
My fury falls like living embers
Your forgiveness, like rain.
It burns the surface of my heart as the liquid of your tears brings my anger to ashes.
Born through the starlight, your wings are pure
Unscathed by the anger you refuse to submit to.
I fear your rose-petal virtue.
No, I fear for it.
A rose brought too close to the fire will bow over with pain, and weep.
I hate the fire. The power it brings.
The anger fuels my veins, while destroying me.
I wish I could love you
Without fear of destroying.
Should I dive into the water of redemption, in the hope that I may not drown?
Shall I abandon this fire
In hope that I may be reborn?
Burn away this crust of existence
Peel away the igneous shell from around my exposed heart.
Like a phoenix, let my anger be burned in the fire of its own destruction
To make way for a newer life.
So do you all like it??
