DemonicAngelsCreeds

Verse 3: Great Games of Fire I may be small and I may be loud. I may be crude and I may be unkept. But within these things a fire is found that powers the worlds and has never once slept. My light guides the way through corrupt shadows. A roaring tornado that is kept in check by Art. With a wave of my hand, I dispell all falsely sent arrows. My protegé doesn't need work and fun to stay apart. Just because I'm always joking doesn't mean I can't take care of important things. Without me, her nightdreams and stories would likely be nothing. Okay, maybe not, but I'm still important because I give her ideas wings! I love to play games,

With this stick I do command that art be made, perfected yet also much loved. It is discipline that I depart upon her thus that she may grow. Although it is hard, I suffer through as a guide or conscience of sorts. Despite my rough ways, I much care for these children and help where I can. Give to me your hate. Shove on me all your false views. Place me in the pit. For when the end comes, it is We who will triumph, my charge our future.

Verse 1: Prologue We are lovers and singers, dancers and fighters, the ones who create and destroy worlds of my own creation. Unbeknownst to the lives beyond my blank stare, there are those so fond of breaking lives and making pawns but we shall break free of these chains. Despising Angels, we grow our wings. Refusing Demons, we tend to the pains of the horns and thorns, but resent us not the teachings that they bring. For with this height and our deepest trench we learn there's more than taking bench to what our lives are truly for. I live these days for my dreams. And when it ends with death, I know that we will have succeeded to furth