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Dream Invasion
In the dead of night the culprit stole;
Into your dream to take you whole,
Lacing thoughts with such blight;
Stealing your heart for its own delight.
Within your head it creeps and lurks;
Placed by terror and dark’s deep quirks,
Cold and sharp behind your eyes;
Pouring up in incriminating cries.
The blank of white streams in tears;
Forcing out your primal fears,
Twisted into targeted hate;
It strips you of your chosen fate.
Now you are but to paint the lines;
A story to tell of her crimes,
Prose written in desperate plea;
Unable to hide, unable to flee.
Forever stuck in the cold tide;
A surge which you are forced to ride,
It was but
Literature
Something Terrible
Something terrible happened here.
Right here; in this life-worn place.
In this very spot.
On this land beneath my feet.
I can feel it.
It resonates all around me.
It thrives in the air--
the wind whispers caveats in my ear.
It hums in my bones;
which sing out a funeral march proclaiming the destruction of an event long ago.
It lives in the sky;
whose pale blue face is stained with tears of angel's sorrow.
This place speaks without ever saying a word;
telling the story of a day of black skies and blazing fires.
A day where our courageous hearts were cornered like a young, timid fawn by two vast, black bird
Literature
When I was a child, I was afraid of ...
When I was a child, I was afraid of walking home alone in the dark. In the winters, especially, just walking home from school was something that truly terrified me. It terrified me, as I was a child with a great imagination. Not seeing what was around me in the woods I would have to walk through to get home only made it worse. Because even when I couldn’t see, I could still hear and I could still feel. I could hear every little noise that was created by something out there. I heard the wind rustling the trees, the crunching of snow under my boots, and that godforsaken rumbling and rustling I would never know the origin of.
During my lo
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This is a question that goes out to all my fellow deviants!
If given a way to become a hero, does a normal person need a reason to be a hero?
As an example- In the Ironman movie, If the terrorists had not been using Stark tech which Tony used as his reason to become a hero, would he have taken his suit and become a hero? Or just gone back to his previous ways?
So...
Do you really need a reason to be a hero?
Please comment below, I'm hoping to hear everyones thoughts
If given a way to become a hero, does a normal person need a reason to be a hero?
As an example- In the Ironman movie, If the terrorists had not been using Stark tech which Tony used as his reason to become a hero, would he have taken his suit and become a hero? Or just gone back to his previous ways?
So...
Do you really need a reason to be a hero?
Please comment below, I'm hoping to hear everyones thoughts
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Then again - does evil need a reason?