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~Shadows in the Whispering Forest~ Chapter One: ~Killing Up Close~ In the realm where the sun kisses the horizon with hues of amber and the moon bathes the land in a silvery glow, there prowls the Majestic Manticore. With the body of a lion, the tail of a scorpion, and a human-like visage, this creature commands the dunes and cliffs of the Outer Barrens. Its roar is a symphony of power, and its venom, a dance of death. The Manticore is not merely a beast; it is the guardian of ancient secrets, a living relic of a world steeped in magic. Lady Katherine, a noble lady of the realm and a warrior of repute, harbors a fear that gnaws at her heart. It is not the fear of battle nor the dread of defeat, but the terror of oblivion. Her greatest fear is to be forgotten, to become a mere whisper in the annals of history, her deeds and sacrifices lost to the sands of time. This fear drives her, fuels her sword arm, and sharpens her resolve. The Whispering Woods The Whispering Wo...

I need help on the title of a book I just finished writing. Beyond the reaches of civilization, the thick woods teeming with diverse flora provided a haven for those fleeing the chaos of war. These valiant beings had exhausted their efforts to quell the terrible conflict, yet their attempts were in vain. Soldiers from disparate realms perished, united in their shared instinct for survival and the preservation of their species. A clash between Demons and Archangels ensued, a confrontation more devastating than any strife wrought by humans. The once verdant field was now stained with the blood of the fallen. Motionless bodies littered the landscape, with scarcely a breath to be heard. Amidst the carnage, two figures stood—a lone angel and a solitary demon, each at the brink of their endurance. Gasping for air, they faced each other, a mere ten feet apart, divided by the silent ranks of their fallen comrades. Sweat mingled with blood on their weary faces, while wounds marred their fl...

Rains Keep Fallin\' Rains Keep Fallin' I was down on my luck While simply thunderstruck Now, as the sun rises My life, it comprises Of my things in my truck   I've been calling Rains keep fallin' You keep stallin' Never gonna give up You're my back-up   Thought that I could see What you wanted me to be The part of me that wouldn't fit Became the reason for our split Why my things in my truck   I've been calling Rains keep fallin' You keep stallin' Never gonna give up You're my back-up   Never did you see in me As I wanted it to be You didn't try only pretended So now our love has ended The reason my things in my truck   I've been calling Rains keep fallin' You keep stallin' Never gonna give up You're my back-up

  On My Knees I've been trying to do right, Struggling with sin all my life. I'll get down on my knees, Dear Lord want you hear my pleas. Let my promise You atone, All past mistakes of one's own. Lord pardon me, or strike me if you please, I cannot be much lower than my knees. Struggling with tears could this sorrow ease, Afterwords such as these. A word with God in the early morning breeze, Asked the Lord above for mercy, Save me if you please. I surrender my will, I'm on my knees, Just save me please, please.

  A Broken World What is the about this world, As the demonstrator's flag becomes unfurled. While nervously watching people pass on by, Nobody stops to ask me why. Crowds gathered began to cause an uproar, Smelling the smoke from a burnt-out store. Suddenly I am gasping desperately for some air. On every crowded street, people began to stare. I got shoved and pushed around, All I could hear was a screamin' sound. The air burns and I'm tryin' to think straight, And I don't know how much longer I can wait. I twist my head and look around, I see the change in this here town. I feel tightness as the people press against me, They're trying to bust out and gettin' free. While some are looting, robbing or stealing, Seems they're void of any feeling.

Walking to that place  Where time stood still and people were asking for His Grace  Her brown eyes shedding a tear  The Man she has loved will soon no longer be here   Looking down on her, she bows to Him  Her facial expressions growing sad and dim  She cries out to the LORD For she has been favored most adored  The angels bring her gladness  His death will not be the thing remembered last  His second coming is remembered by all  From Mary Magdalene to Paul  The lady is the Queen Mother  Her son Jesus Christ is Our Brother  Mary the Mother of God  You have walked were heavenly angels have trod 

  Kindness with emotions to recall a beggar of its memories passing the night in feverish expectation beneath its shadows not yet awaken it cannot be known by reason it cannot be recognized by rationale it cannot be thought, caught chosen by only the few or sought by understanding it can be seen as love by the loving will of your heart it can only be given