Some sing songs of joy And some sing songs of glory. Some sing of sorrow, some of pain; Thronging together the choir of souls Sing the songs of Love And new tomorrows. We sing of old, we sing of new We sing the end, we start anew. In all In nothingness We dance the Song And rise Again Tomorrow For in each breath A spirit dances, Through endless deaths And second chances
Upon golden path she strikes a pose Fully stacked diamonds all round her toes Not a body nor skeleton anywhen seen Ember waits patiently, heart pure and clean Burning with song, and a warrior's vow 'til along came a boy who knew how To guide her, to teach her to rise High above the good path, into new skies. She dreamed in hues both fierce and bold, Yearning for tomorrows that brightly unfold, Her destinty brewed in destruction and heartache Read her adventures, come! dare to partake! https://www.wattpad.com/1492560753-embers-adventures-the-new-story
https://youtu.be/LXvG0SMP7tw?si=bbNd6PxKwg7h6PEj
Go back, go back, to yesterday. I cast my mind upon the way I'm meant to walk this road of life— To face each trial, to end each strife. I read again the lines of yore, Recall the words we wrote before; Commit myself to these small things, To greet the dawn and all it brings. Continue on as we've begun, Testing, writing, finding fun. In story’s flow, through deeds we grow— Perfection born in seeds we sow.
https://youtu.be/v3BIKKRygDY?si=ijbKG3Kfspvwuz-G This is the story that made me fall in love with Ember. Im sharing it again in honour of MindsGaming's completion of the book "Embers Brew" which is available on Wattpad https://www.wattpad.com/story/376404865-embers-brew. Thank you for this lovely lovely story @MindsGaming 😍
Through the turn of each new hour, I feel the spark, the unseen power. Guiding forward, steady light, You remind me of my fight. In shadows, when I want to rest, Your words uplift, renew, invest— A rythmn fierce, demanding more, Urging strength within my core. Thank you for the fire, the drive, That keeps me pushing to survive. 'mid the ship the mast stands tall, Windfilled sail, inspiring call.
Who I was yesterday is dead and gone; Who I will be remains unknown. Today is grim, with little light— The work, the grind, the daily fight. Slowly, clearly, webs we weave; Words dance together, we believe. We forge ahead to build our bond, Temper our steel, test mettle strong. The old traveler and his son, Within the temple, stand as one. And now the anthem has begun...
When I was a little girl I read all the stories Until I knew all the stories. Then there were no more surprises. Just life happening erratically, chaotically and indiscriminately. I wandered untethered Until I found a story I could not guess Of Death, betrayal, disappointment, Kindness, gentleness, Helpfulness And a dragon. I am Enchanted.
https://youtu.be/fWsnMAxNRbU?si=G7sxpWJRKfOxAZUo
And now, as the night was senescent And star-dials pointed to morn— As the star-dials hinted of morn— At the end of our path a liquescent And nebulous lustre was born, Out of which a miraculous crescent Arose with a duplicate horn— Astarte's bediamonded crescent Distinct with its duplicate horn. ... "Ah, can it Have been that the woodlandish ghouls— .... Had drawn up the spectre of a planet From the limbo of lunary souls— This sinfully scintillant planet From the Hell of the planetary souls?"
