BrokenHeart15

The Joy of Creation In the beginning, there was nothing but empty space. There was no sun to embrace the darkness with its warmth, no stars to illuminate the hopeless void, and no worlds to bring life to this lifeless void. Of course, such emptiness is not eternal, no matter how long the wait is. Though it took many eons, soon this void caught the eye of a god looking to create. With a visage beyond mortal words, they looked upon the emptiness, and they smiled. “This is a perfect place to try creation” they said, even though there were none to hear their words, nor were there words to hear in the first place. Bringing to bear th

There is it, the broken toy, See it now, upon the ground. Discarded by lives bereft of joy. A life that is lost, never found. You know it well, as I do too, The joyless toy tells us all. The crooked life it’s suffered through, At the age when it began to fall. There it goes, the broken toy; Kicked around by hearts so dead. Like that ruthless, sinful boy, Who filled the toy with fear and dread. Or that cruel, cruel girl, Who did not know what she had. Watch her go, with that malicious twirl, To throw that toy when she's mad. It is sad to think, that broken toy, Was dead before it could bring joy. Selfish heart, oh wicked heart, Rent

Eternal Rain Drip drop, drip drop; The stinging words they never stop. Through my sorrow I always pray; Even though joy is the price to pay. The clouds so grey, full of signs; Yet unreadable every time. The rain is falling again today; With my love I do pay. Drip drop, drippity drop; Will my sorrow ever stop? The sun is gone, eternal rain; When will sunlight end my pain? The light is gone, night becomes; Acrid smoke fills my lungs. Boiling down is acid rain; When did I go insane? Drippity drop, drippity drop; Pain & anger never stop. Everyone keeps moving on; While I still sing the same old song. Bloody rage fills me now;

Chapter 1: The Children Ars Magicka 'Twin seeds of Dark & Light. From Dark World plucked. Destined for destruction, They exist never and forever. Until purity is called, To end their Endeavour'. ~Ancient Prophecy of the Digi-World, as foreseen by Jijimon. 'Joyous and bouncy music is heard as balloons and streamers batter against a light wind. Children laughing whilst eating cotton candy or licking ice creams. The circus is a joyous thing, childhood memories, clowns…bearded ladies sometimes. It is the stuff of sugar, dreams and the occasional freak show. But, one circus in particular, the Zoominwyre Rosvelt circus is home to two v