"Hate and I are old friends. He drives me and writhes me. He twists me and turns me. In the end, my fiendish friend always tries to burn me. Still, he lifted me from the depths of despair and gifted me with the red tinged grace of God's stare. Freedom is the first born of Hate's savage passions. Struggle his older Brother and Pain his abhorrent Mother. An almost tangible smell of blood, sweat and rivers of sh_t lingers and marks the passage of Hate. His gifts are bitter sweet and felt like jittery lightning across one's skin. Yet, smoldering in one's heart of hearts, a bright fire can from such be lit. A shield forged in Hate's firery heart is stronger than the thickest wall crafted from virtue and grace. A sword hammered out from such stern stuff is twisted to be sure, but, carries an edge of which Damocles would be proud and rightfully fearful. Love is a luxury, a comfortable myth and the unrepentant soul of apathy. Love can claim not but half of the roads paved in Hate. Of the roads Love has built many are tainted with irony and scattered with the squandered gifts of the Magi. From love the faithful and virtuous craft the iillusionary last bastion of a fortress of delusion."
Originally posted by Grampy Bobby Here's the rest of it, darvlay...
"Hate and I are old friends. He drives me and writhes me. He twists me and turns me. In the end, my fiendish friend always tries to burn me. Still, he lifted me from the depths of despair and gifted me with the red tinged grace of God's stare. Freedom is the first born of Hate's savage passions. Struggle his older Br ...[text shortened]... ous craft the iillusionary last bastion of a fortress of delusion."
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Plus points:
Original, creative, the writer obviously enjoys words and language, has a poetic feel for it and uses vivid imagery.
Negatives:
Complete drivel (albeit quite inspired drivel), and slightly unpleasant.
Originally posted by ChessPraxis Ode to Hand of Hecate
Even as abrasive as he can be
Always startles and amuses me
A man as free as free can be
Sometimes I wonder if he is me
If he is thee
Then you are free
Which startles and amuses me
Abrasive as you both can be
Can Wolfgang59 make three?
Originally posted by Grampy Bobby Here's the rest of it, darvlay...
"Hate and I are old friends. He drives me and writhes me. He twists me and turns me. In the end, my fiendish friend always tries to burn me. Still, he lifted me from the depths of despair and gifted me with the red tinged grace of God's stare. Freedom is the first born of Hate's savage passions. Struggle his older Br ...[text shortened]... ous craft the iillusionary last bastion of a fortress of delusion."