Lucky's Writing

Shadows of Sin "They walk as phantoms cloaked in night, Preying on innocence, stealing light. A beast in disguise, their hearts of coal, Ripping apart what once was whole. They’re the storm that shatters the calm, The snake that coils in a trusting palm. Feasting on fears, their hunger vile, They grin with malice, a twisted smile. Their hands are chains, their words are knives, They carve their mark into fragile lives. Like locusts swarming a blooming field, Devouring trust, leaving scars unsealed. They’re wolves pretending to shepherd the sheep, Invading dreams where the fragile sleep. Their whispers are poison, their touch a flame, Scorching souls, leaving nothing but shame. But the night cannot consume the sun, For justice rises, its battle begun. Their shadows will flee, their masks will fall, Truth will thunder, silencing all. For every tear they forced to flow, A river of rage will begin to grow. The scars they left, the pain they spread, Will fuel the fire that ...

Asphodel: The Flower Of Dead "One day I was in the garden of Asphodel  Looking at the dead flower made my heart snuggle When a stir of sorrow rose and dragged me to the depth It didn't last so long because you and I met That day I finally got something valuable  Your thoughts are touching and admirable Since you know how to live your life  Your consciousness is as sharp as knife  I plucked the flower and smelled the fragrance Remembered my past and planned for vengeance I thought my life would have a deadly end  But I got someone who's my dearest friend My every sorrow and my every hate Has been killed by your blazing graze Stay with me to the rest of my life Without you I can not even fight I think we were destined to meet one day You're the person who'll show me the right way To think, to act, to react and even give me advice Because of you my happines went twice There's something in my heart, I can't express My life has made me so much depres...

Drifting Through November "Once painted in crimson and gold, An autumn leaf clung, defiant and bold. It danced with the whispers of the cooling breeze, Fragile, yet yearning, against the freeze. Your smile was my sun, warming my core, Your voice, like autumn rain, I’d always adore. But seasons shift, as they always do, And the leaf, like my heart, faded its hue. I held on tight as the winds turned cruel, Clinging to love—a desperate fool. But leaves are meant to fall, I suppose, And you let go, like the last wilted rose. Now I drift through November’s lonely air, A leaf abandoned, weathered and bare. Still, I ache for the branch I called home, Though to you, I was just a breeze passing by alone." - Lucky

A Paper Swan In The Wild "In the quiet corners of a fleeting dream, A whisper lingers in the folds of time unseen. A paper swan, delicate and light, Carried by winds of hope, in silent flight. Through corridors where shadows dance, It drifts, unseen, across the chance. A glimpse, a glance, but words unsaid, A heart that beats where silence bled. Years passed like waves on distant shores, The ocean murmured of forgotten doors. Yet still, the swan in twilight flew, Chasing skies it never knew. A gentle hand reached for the breeze, But fate, it seemed, had frozen seas. And though the swan may never land, Its wings were folded by a tender hand. In quiet places, it still might soar, A memory etched forevermore. For love, though silent, never dies— It lives in echoes, beneath the skies." -Lucky

Wellness 'A Song Of Love' "Why don't you ask my wellness Why don't sometimes ask my willingness You left me behind and I'm alone again Without you, my love is at the end. Why don't you see inside my heart Don't ask how long it will beat In my mind your thoughts drift like a dart And I don't know, with your absence how I can walk on my feet? The result of my love is here Why my heart says, you are near I'm looking for you, where have you been gone? Without you, I'll have to live alone. We'll hold hands together in a sunset We'll sing the song of love we'll get I still remember the promise of being together you've gave me Without you, one day is thousand days for me." -Lucky

Monochromatic After When it starts with, "once upon a time" A book gains it's own tune While it follows the next paragraph, A book started to gain it's own dynamics And as for the contents who is starting to gain it's own pitch... We are in the chapter who is starting to gain it's melody... Hoping soon we'll have a better harmony And once it ends, Not as a fairytale "Happily ever after Yet like a journal of music sheet, "What a monochromatic after" -Lucky