The WarriorI am tired, but I am not weak.The Warrior by Dreaming-in-Red
I am strong, but I do not feel.
Through trials I have battled and obstacles many.
With my sword held high I have waged my war.
My scars tell my stories.
My eyes speak of the horrors I have seen.
Hands once white are stained forever red.
I do what I must to survive, for I am afraid to die.
Some would call me a hero, but I call them fools.
There is no good in this evil that I do.
I am a bringer of death, a saint of hell.
There is no joy in the blood that I spill.
Call me what you will, I forgot my name long ago.
Treat me like the monster I am.
Break me apart, tear me down.
Let me die in pain.
Alone I stand amiss this carnage.
My soul was bargained long ago.
Let my eyes close, release me to return home.
Master- Chapter 13Chapter 13 Forever Does Not ExistMaster- Chapter 13 by RubyProudfoot
Boke woke up with a scream. He screamed and screamed, grabbing for anything nearby, anything. Squeezing his blanket to his chest, he began to calm down a little bit, sweat still streaming down his back and chest. Where was Lucy? Lucy. He needed Lucy right now more then ever.
As he was about to get out of bed, the door opened from its squeaky hinges and in came Master. His hair was perfectly smooth and shiny and he wore his nicer cloak that went about his neck and streamed down on the floor like a wave. In his hand was a candle, which's flame flickered against his cheek warmly.
"What's wrong Boke?" he asked hurriedly, "Why were you screaming? Are you trying to kill us? What if someone heard you!"
"I'm…I'm sorry Master," stammered Boke, pressing the blanket against