Siren's Lyrics (Maybe a little prose too...)

[Lady Warlock]

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<p> <span style="font-size:24px;"><span><span style="font-family:Satisfy;">So... I decided that I write enough random poetry and other pieces of writing that I might as well put it somewhere for people to read. And what better place to put it than my favorite roleplaying site, right? That's what I was thinking, at least. Most of my poetry tends to be quite short and I honestly think most of it makes no sense, but that doesn't mean it's not fun to read. Every now and then, I write a random blip that's meant to go into a story, but I never write the rest of the story it's supposed to go in. I will put those pieces here too just because sometimes they are cool and fun to read. Please feel free to let me know what you think of anything. I live and thrive on feedback on anything and everything I write so you can never go wrong with a comment or two. Note that while telling me you like something is nice, I do honestly prefer if you actually tell me what it is about it that you like or what it is about it that entices you. It helps me know how to direct my writing in the future. Anyway, here goes nothin', I guess...</span></span></span>

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[Lady Warlock]

Blue Rose

Dare to prick your fingers on the blue of a rose


Outward from the stem it grows


Beware the thorns that would tickle your spine


Just begging and burning and pleading to unwind


Pounding pulsations and fires of envy


The demons are dark; do you enter your enemy?


For in that first slice, sharp against your skin


Deepest memories pull you to sin.


Prick your finger on my spinning wheel


Take an arrow deep in your heel


For once you’ve given that first drop of blood


The soul follows through dripping into the mud.
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[Lady Warlock]

Fire. Ice. Hell.

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Fire. Burning buildings raged on and on. Ashes, soot, sparks from the flames… all of them scattered onto the streets void of life, void of people, void of the warmth of a single human body. Blue consumed all. The warmth of the singeing light was eternal, having consumed all that it could for more than an eternity could manage to encompass with no signs of the breath of life slipping out of each bundle of fury. The fire had never once ended. It wasn’t about to end now.


Despite that, it was cold. A chill coursed through the air, chilling the ground to a frosty layer of ice that the fire did not touch. A line of ice was clearly drawn, distinguishing the fire consumed streets from the frigid depths of cold and the eternally mared extremes of the hell that was the surrounding vastness.


Upon that ground, on the sheet of ice so thick it nearly slid across the dirt, the glacier chilled a child. Her very bones became brittle with the brutality of it. Lips turned blue, arms crossed in front of her chest, shivers coursing through her spine with her legs crossed in front of her, the child clearly did not belong. Strands of long hair threatened to fall off of her head, frozen and crimped, unable to hang on despite their own weight. If left any longer, the child would clearly die. No… not just die. She was already in hell; she had already died. If left any longer, she would cease to exist entirely.


Yet a small ounce of warmth remained. Across the entirety of the soundless plain, a constant, steady rhythm echoed. It was a sound that had so much meaning - more even than the child would ever be able to understand. The sound meant life. The sound meant warmth. The sound meant a steady flow of warmth through a body that was otherwise frozen solid for all intensive purposes. It only had to repeat a countable number of times.


Swarming out of the flames was an endless cloud of black. So many they were beyond the definition of a number, demons coalesced around her, stopped by the line of ice and the chilled cold; it was a boundary they could not cross.


“Naamme!” The hiss of a demon formed a single word.


“K-K-Kaia…” the girl’s lips quivered as she stuttered out a reply. “I… I d-don’t w-want to d-die…” Clear as crystal, her words had meaning. She lacked fear of what she should’ve been terrorized by. The swarm, the cloud, the endless existence, the demons before her invoked naught. Rather, it was the chill around her, the pain in her own body, the feelings that her nerves transmitted into her very soul.


And in that absence of fear, fire consumed her. Erupting from all around the girl’s body, all ice within her melted, fading away almost outside of time itself. It wasn’t as though she was no longer frozen. It was as though she had never been so in the first place. However, the warmth threatened to leave her. It threatened to abandon her back to the chill of the side she found herself upon.


Kaia followed it. Crawling weekly across the line drawn between fire and ice, she made a choice unknown to her. Kaia chose to exist and to suffer through everything hell had to offer. She chose suffering over the numbness of nothing. The swarm of demons encompassed her as soon as they actually could, claiming her very soul as the warmth they rarely ever found within their hellhole of a home.

 

[Lady Warlock]

On The Use of Words

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Let's talk a moment on words

Some of them... they come in herds

Filling the page without much wonder

Lacking that flash, that evident thunder

Then there are some that speak in sound

Lacking in meaning, you still want them around

because beauty can be found

In simplicity's sound

Then there are those that cringe the face

If ever used, they come with disgrace

Agony that's... entirely misplaced

If you seek to use them, I will not embrace

Woven together, words are needle and thread

Coming complete on the page as they're read

You may join my table, share my bread

All based on the language you hold in your head​

 

[Lady Warlock]

Depression and Me

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I can feel the waves of depression sinking in


Motivation slowly fades away in the chaos of the day


And I just can't find my way anymore


It seems I've closed all the doors I could've escaped through


Too long forgetting to take medication


Too long with my mind wandering a happy vacation


And now I'm back stuck at the station


without any interest, desire, will to accomplish anything


It's not that I want to go back


My head is slipping through the cracks


And I reach out for a hand to hold and pull back on


but there's nothing for me to grab


Not because there is no one there - everyone is there


But I can't find the energy to tell them I need them


I need to sew up the hems of the dress


that holds us all together and I can't find it


Reaching up then my hand finds nothing to grasp


Trapped with no air I gasp as I'm treading


Thoughts slowly embedding themselves within me


That I'll never be free of this hell
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[Lady Warlock]

Let Me In

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I cannot walk through fire if I cannot see the flames

I cannot endure pain if you numb me to the sensation

I cannot withstand a barrage if I don't know it happens

There's too many things I simply cannot do

I still want to be there, to show how much I care

because I fear for how you'll fare

And I don't want to take the chance and give fate the dare

to let chance have an opportunity to test that.

Let me hear the thunder of your screams

So that I can run to you and pull together the seams.

Let me feel the heat of your fury

Only then can I cool you with water.

Let me see the challenges that test you

For with me and you, maybe we can make them few

Let me breathe in the aroma of your pleasantries

and maybe they can invade my soul and together we'll be forever

Let me taste the agony of your teeth biting into your tongue

because if I don't know the pain, there is no way I can hear the song you've sung.

You forget that I am strong enough

I can endure whatever you offer.

My skin can bear it; I won't tear

although you may see a single tear simply because I'm there.​

 

[Lady Warlock]

The Truth

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

I've done something terrible, you know, today

I've done something awful in the worst kind of way

I lied, I tried and inside I died

because I thought that it was through multiple identities I flied

I became too many people

I claimed too many names

And I fell for something that started as my game

Does that sound so strange to change?

I hid who I was

And broke all the rules

My soul was a ghost, a specter, a ghoul

For the longest time, I was everyone and no one

at the same time

Did you notice I finally broke from my rhyme?

I apologized, I came out with the truth

told everyone and then I went poof

Silent as the grave is what I became

and now I wonder if that's how I remain

would such a thing drive me insane?

Expecting them to break me

to tear me in half

Instead I am only crippled

to hobble my way back

Is that the direction I'm truly headed though

Or should I jump to the winds and see where I go?

My soul now split by my own demon

I must admit I am only human

And in the fear of judgement that dwells

Is it an attempt at return that truly sells?​

 

[Lady Warlock]

Awaiting the darkness of black to claim


Never once have I met him by name


Thanatos come through open gates


I see them part


Opening heart


Walking past me, my will he sedates


Though my skin he doth not touch


His presence I feel


For upon me


There are wounds he doth heal


“Fear me not, hear me not


The world is my plot


Through it all you remain


Within you I sustain


Inspiration I fuel yet far apart we may be


Into the blackness is not for you to see.”


His voice against skin, I shiver its nature


Sweet, alluring, seductive in flavor


Craving he stay, I wish I was braver


So that his touch I could request and savor


Yet watch me he does through distance long


So far away that I can’t hear his song


Seeing around me his pull is strong


And as he watches my desire, he knows I am wrong


For his song is not for me to hear


His black is not for me to fear.


I reach out to him and he pulls away


“Guard yourself for I am no friend.


You do not wish to meet me truly in the end.”


Yet his words of advice I hear and don’t stray


For his voice is alluring at the end of the day.


Seeing my crave, he scoffs my advance


Haunted, enchanted, I’m lost in that trance.


And seek not with me to eternally dance


His hand on my shoulder, upon his back a lance


And while I watch his eyes thinking he hears my cries


I fail not to see what he’s stealing from me.


Death slips away and I’m lost anyway.


Lost is someone I failed to watch.


In Thanatos’ hands


My world reprimands


For watching the death and not the life


Bringing great and powerful strife.


Truly craving the blackness am I


Contemplating leaping to the sky


On death’s desire I feel I am high


No matter how much of looking to life I try.


Pushing him away when he comes again


His whisper’s allure gone from my den


Fighting, shoving, slashing, I seek


To destroy the god of death, though attempt is meek.


Away from me his feet carry him on


Leaving me entirely alone


To lay upon me the mission of my own.


Take up the mantle I feel it’s weight.


Altering my path, changing my gait.


Yet towards him I look entirely with hate


Though inspiration carries me straight towards his gate.

 

[Lady Warlock]

Uhm... this is a oneshot with no title...

Atticus had been running, fleeing from a battle that was lost before it began. He’d tried to advise them against it, to warn them that the enemy knew they were coming. No one had listened. They left him little choice but to go along with it, to humor them and act as though he thought they could win. Even Atticus had felt the glare of his commander when they had seen that the enemy was ready for them. He was right, but it wasn’t a victory he could celebrate because he’d still been brought to the battlefield; he’d still felt the heat of their charge on horseback.


Blood had ruled. Screams echoed through his mind. There was no difference between comrade and opponent when it came to pain and he felt them all just the same.


What else was there to do? Atticus had turned and he’d ran. Moving as fast as his armor would allow him, the clatter of a metal canteen smacking against the chain mail beneath the leather outfit he wore was the only sound that he made over any continuous screeches of agony as more and more blood was spilled by the minute. His footsteps might as well have been silent for all that anyone would have been able to hear them.


At most, he anticipated one or two of the enemy’s soldiers would follow him, pursue him, attempt to demolish him. One or two enemy soldiers he could handle.


What actually followed him was not an enemy soldier.


An arrow whizzed past his ear. It nicked his skin, sending droplets of his blood to meld with the mud he was running across. All of his senses jolted at once. Even Atticus had little defenses against an archer who had selected him as a target. Briefly, he stood stock still. If whoever it was truly wanted him dead then and there, it would’ve happened. No, his opponent was after something else and Atticus was determined to find out what it was as he turned to face them.


“C-commander Voltus?” His voice was that of a soldier absolutely shocked at what he saw because that was the truth of the situation. He had not expected his commander to open fire on a comrade, let alone abandon the battlefield to pursue an escaping deserter. Atticus simply couldn’t bring himself to question anything more than the reality of the man’s identity.


“Trying to run away now, Atty?!” The commander sneered as he knocked another arrow and aimed at his fellow soldier. “I should’ve expected as much. I’m sure you have more important things to do, right Atty?! I’m sure there’s a reason a brilliant soldier such as yourself had no desire to inspire the troops and lead an attack that they weren’t expecting!” Every word the commander spoke was an accusatory dagger, building to something… something drastic and something big.


An arrow let loose and it glided through the air, much like the first. The difference laid in where this one ended. It’s head buried itself firmly into Atticus’s shoulder as his left side was thrown backwards upon the impact. He’d made no attempt to dodge it although one could not successfully guess why if they tried. Instead, Atticus curled his face into a grimace and continued to look his commander dead in the eyes. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been Atty to you,” he snarled right back. “You’ve no right to treat me as a friend when you wouldn’t listen!”


The commander raised an eyebrow as he started nocking another arrow. “When I wouldn’t listen?” he repeated inquisitively. “I heard everything you said and more. So much more…” He paused as his arms rose up, bowstring drawn while he took aim again. “How was it that they knew we were coming, Atticus!? Only my closest friends were privy to those attack plans…” Only then did it start to become clear where the commander was going with his lines of inquisition.


Atticus flinched.


“Why weren’t you at the last meeting before we finalized the plans, Atticus!?” He loosed another arrow and this time Atticus turned away from it, trying to run again but there was no evading it. The arrow embedded itself in his back as pain radiated through his spine, his head turning up as he screamed to the sky, red as the sun set over a battlefield of betrayal and blood. Teeth grated against each other, the scraping painful to his ears though he couldn’t escape any of it.


Meanwhile, he was unable to see his commander drawing closer to his body that erupted in torment. Atticus did, however, hear the voice drawing closer. “You’re the only one who could’ve warned them. You don’t deny it; instead you run. Why would I have any sympathy for a coward!?” Skillful fingers started nocking another arrow although the sounds of it clinking around showed that even the commander was fumbling now. “I thought we were going to defend our people together, Atty!” Tears ran fast down his cheeks. It had been their dream as children. They’d been best friends.


Another arrow came. Another jolt of pain racked Atticus’s brain and another stab surged through his back. This one was higher and he fell to his knees as his head fell down. Fist to the floor while his teeth bit down on the other, he tried not to scream. Finally, he managed one answer. It was a simple one. “We were.” He uttered it through gritted teeth but the commander was close enough now to hear it. “Her, though… she changed everything.”


The commander’s eyes glistened and widened as he was unsure of how to respond to the answer. One more arrow had sailed since that instant and for a moment, he wished he had more time. There was a battle to command, though. Atticus was just one man. “I hope she was worth it, Atticus,” he mumbled and in that moment, his words seemed sincere. He continued nonetheless though. “For betraying your country, for betraying your friend, and for deserting your comrades, I now sentence you to die. May God judge you as he will.”


A third arrow slammed into his back and Atticus lost all ability to remain up at all. He fell forward onto his stomach, mud spraying into his face and mixing with his blood. The commander stood over him now and his foot rose up before it slammed down into one of the arrows on Atticus’s back, driving it straight through the man. While Atticus’s last breaths left him, so did too words.


“She was…”

 

[Lady Warlock]

The Most Terrifying Sound I've Ever Heard


“Let me in!”


“Let me in!”


That sound, those words…


Trembling upon my ears like a cascading wave that washes my thoughts


I forget what they were


Yet I don’t all the same because they’re endless haunts.


The door behind me shakes as her hand violently pulls.


The quake of violence, of fear, seems as though it means to destroy the very hinges


Not just of the door, but of me


Of my thoughts, of my haunts, of everything that makes them cringe.


“Let me in!”


“Let me in!”


It sounds as though she’s running.


Her voice floods with such fear making it seem as though in a dream


She’s being chased by giant cattle who clear everything away in their continuing crash


Save one path that they leave pristine… but she’s not on that path.


I know that’s not the case, though.


I know that that sound, that those words, are just fear for me…


Fear for what I might be doing behind the locked door,


Leaning upon it even as her hand yanks with impossible strength, but it doesn’t pull free.


Before I’m able to fully turn, to undo the lock, to answer her words


I hear crying.


The door pulls free letting me see her truly afraid


Though the thought still fresh in my mind at the time… of dying


Our eyes meet and I know what she fears


And I know I can’t say she has no reason for tears


Because she’s right and the thoughts were heavy on my mind behind that closed door


But now they’re not there anymore.


All is silent.


Neither says a word.


We just watch and wait to see who will take that first step.


Not even a pin drop can be heard.


I move first.


I move first because I know that the sound of her screams will haunt my dreams


And no matter how often those thoughts dare return


The haunt of her screams will make those thoughts burn


I can never forgive myself for allowing that scream to cross her sweet lips


After years together, all my life seems to slip


But now that I’ve heard it, I’ll never forget.


And I’ll hate every memory that comes with regret.


Embraced in the arms of loving family


Yet grief still flows from the pools of our eyes


We’ve suffered one loss and we don’t need another


Not mom, not sis, not bro and not me either.


The bottle of pills still sit on the counter


For pain of a headache after a crying encounter


I wonder still if they’ll find my hands again


When they do, I’ll remember this then.


“Let me in!”


“Let me in!”


And I opened the door.


The hinges shattered.


I can’t close it anymore.