Luna Raine

In the barren terrain of ice Her hands grip firmly on the dice In which God would say Why don't you simply send a pray But, what is its worth For she had not once voice since birth Should she believe or should she leave And with a single roll She watches as it stroll She could hear it, laughter And now she fears what may come after Her heart burns And it yearns For the light of memories But now, everything blurs His hands His lips His eyes She's devoid of colors He was a vision of the morning birth Allowing the light to ink through her vision He told her, he would wait Wait until he's old and grey His heart will never stray He wants her She wants him The worlds did not want them _____________________________________________ Places of barrens and fill with life. Some frozen in the darkness underneath the ice, some forever blaze underneath the stars—ocean of dead, lands of lives. Fear in the air breathes into our lungs, happiness glazes into the soul. Two sides of the same mirror can never be layered. Not one is the same, but both races toward the unknown. All which holds a beauty in which men have not found, nor will his moral lives extend enough to do. Within the mind of every child, but forgotten with time. There's a rumor. A small whisper of a delicate history. A time in which two worlds were one - they say it still is. But you'll have to find it. No, it'll find you. The link. The crossover. The bridge between the two worlds. One in which magical creatures roam the heavens and another expelled forever. Perhaps, that is the reason why. Why they said: "Everyone has a bit of magic inside of them." And as she stands at the edge of the universe, in nothing but coldness, she understood the reasoning of existence.