Back into the LightToo long have I stayed shrunken back, quiet and invisible.Back into the Light by WolvenNight
Too long have I put a mask on and kept to the shadows.
Too long have I been licking wounds of past and present, patching them just enough and letting some be ripped wide open.
It's time to step back into the light, to live boldly, loudly.
No longer shall I live afraid, timid, and caged.
It's time for me to regain my voice.
To shout, to roar, to allow my light to shine as brightly as possible.
It's time to step back into myself, to reclaim my place.
It's time to regain my crown, to sit upon my throne once more and become the best possible version of myself.
RoarIt's time for the voiceless to speak up and riseRoar by WolvenNight
It's time to sit back and listen
The voiceless again shall grow
Listen close to what they have to say
For they roar now with passion
with love, with wisdom, with light
So listen closely and you may see
the voiceless have been awoken, the crown less again shall be King
MagicA world without magic is a world with no color. Take away the wonder, amazement the vibrancy and all one is left with is black and white, no gray areas, no excitement, no way to be yourself. This world needs to hold on to the magic, we strive for the chance to be ourselves, we thrive on the colors that surround us daily, the beauty in the world that we see daily yet never really stop to marvel at. We all have our own paths and journeys to take in life, lessons to learn and and memories to make yet we forget at times to stop and look around. To SEE and EXPERIENCE the magic, the colors that we lose ourselves, we lose our way. Don't let the magic fade, don't let it hide and disappear, embrace it and the colors around you and allow it to bring back the wonder to your journey. For life is meant to be lived, experienced and we are all meant to grow and learn as we follow a path unseen on a journey all our own.Magic by WolvenNight
Daughters of Darkness 5Chapter 16:Daughters of Darkness 5 by WolvenNight
Kestrel stared at the Huntress. "And what exactly is there left to discuss?" she asked darkly. Artemis stood quiet for a moment. "You are a different kind of Wolf not bound to change at the moon and immune to the effects of silver unlike those werewolves." she stated. Kestrel stood in silence not sure of where Artemis was going with this train of thought. "And your sister immune to sunlight.... No longer shall that be." said the Goddess. A heated argument broke out between the two resulted in weapons being pulled on the other. Kestrel held her sword and Artemis held two silver daggers, the two circling each other prepared to strike, eyes flashing a dangerous yellow.
To the Goddess's surprise, Kestrel, with her head held high put down her weapon. Artemis however slashed at the Wolf, leaving a deep crescent moon shaped cut by her right eye that was sure to scar. "No longer shall Vampires walk the day. Werewolves will be bound to the moon, Wolvens, your kind, will
Self-CondemnTake breaths to set the baggage down,Self-Condemn by kiwi-damnation
The silence is a welcome sound,
You cannot hold their fears and frowns
And let them all be free.
No one can win if you are bound
Within their problems - spinning 'round,
Each situation just compounds
And makes you want to flee.
Perhaps it's best to empathise,
Send them love and realise
That they must open their own eyes
If they wish to live.
For taking on their pain and ties
Shall bring about your swift demise
And you're the only one who dies
With nothing left to give.
Do not gather - you must cease!
To cause yourself acute disease,
Just because you gave release,
From all that bothered them.
There's only one you need appease,
So grant yourself a new life's lease,
And find some comfort; moment's peace,
No longer self-condemn.