User:Pyrenian

Ω Hello, I am Pyrenian (aka Antlia)


 * Ω I write poems and stories, I also do some art, but rarely. Ω
 * Χ Gets very excited when pinged Χ
 * ξ Usually spectates on interesting drama ξ
 * Φ Been on fandom for over a year, but took a huge break Φ

One of my poems, "The Wishing Marionette "

A marionette I am, and always shall be,

With pleasure they moved my blood-red strings,

Mortal flesh silent when I strode with sightless sense.

Eyes who dreamed, for stars, for liberty, for mistrung tales

Of twisted fantasy, of annihilated freedom, of a world,

With woven blankets of pitch night, day blind-stars,

Floods of green, crowds of white, and cerulean-blue skies.

A senseless brain implanted in me, no sense, no feelings

''What could the earthly-mind feel? What can mortal wood feel?''

Ordeals, brutality, decapitation, a senseless mind.

Bounded limbs, stitched with careless hands

A tool of murder, a mindless parasite, a menace.

Gods of hate created me into being, passed its hate unto me.

And hate is me, and will always be.

Marionnettiste of death, of rotting death, blackened hearts they have.

They never felt, never cared, not even for the marionette they brought into being.

And the marionette wished, wished for a life, a peaceful life, a fairytale brought to life,

A life with freedom, a life with eyes, and a mind.

A life where I can see a world,

Made of woven blankets of pitch night, day-blind stars,

Floods of green, crowds of white, and cerulean-blue skies.

A life with a sensible brain, with sense and feelings.

An earthly-minded life, with thoughts of peace, beauty and the wild things of the wild world

A life with cell-made limbs, where mortal flesh would love, and I would feel loved.

But most of all, a life with a heart.