Conqueror Worm Poem 소설 & 이야기

I am afraid of what he is capable to do if I protest. The moonlight hits his emerald eyes, which are so beautiful to look at in my dimly lit room. As if I am looking at a real emerald stone. But the lust from that pair of eyes glistered me the most disgusting feeling. It instilled a memory that could shred me into crumbs any time it was triggered.

our existence, i have been around the lands, empty land, all were once occupied by beautiful people, and ruled by wise kings, but what happened today, they have become empty and ruined, lands where spirit now walks, i looked at all those lands and not even graves could be found and no tomb for their children, i was not spared, i already had my own shares of the cake, they had came and made me homeless and my life has been shattered for too long, i have no memories of my childhood, i was busy hiding around Jugular for years, we sure have a problem and the bigger problem is love, love from these heavenly beings, their love is wicked than hate, tell me, how do you deal with a war that can't be

I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said-"Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed; And on the pedestal, these words appear: My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings; Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair! Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away." P.B Shelley

“So, why aren’t we heading into the city?” Nia rises to her full height, her hands are on her hips, she gives Kiara an incredulous look. “He is an Emperor, one that has just come back from a victorious campaign, conquering more than three kingdoms. He will not ride into his own city at the dead of night like a thief. He will ride into his city with the rising sun to be welcomed by his people like the ruler he is. And then there’s you. The people have to meet their Conqueror’s wife, after all” Kiara looks down at the ground. Was she to be known as the Conqueror’s wife from now on? She doesn’t say anything but watches Nia prepare the tent she realizes is hers, with the help of soldiers.

He just laughed, a harsh irritating sound that scraped against my nerves. "Deny it then," he challenged me, his eyes gleaming with malicious triumph in them. "Fucking deny it that you haven't been sleeping your way to the top. Sleeping with anyone with a fat wallet. That's how you get by, isn't it? Whore. Stupid gay cockroach."

Robin replied getting very curious about what was so special about this The Conquest List. "The Conquest List is a game Evans, Joe, Miller and I play every six months. We tabulate the number of girls we have slept with in the last six months and the person with the highest number gets to win whatever he wants. We also bet on girls and how long it would take to bed them." "What? You're so disgusting. How could you be playing such a disgusting game? Who owns this avatar called AXY?" Robin frowned, feeling sick after hearing what he said.

I asked the soldier as he was turning to leave us. “The Flame Dragon Empire…” the soldier replied in a low voice. No more needed to be said. All our eyes dropped to the floor as the full-scale of the situation sank in. There was no way we could win a war against the Flame Dragon Empire, the biggest, wealthiest, and most ruthless empire in this region. This war isn’t something totally unexpected, rather it was just a matter of time before our land along with many of our neighboring towns would be under attack.

“Open the door beside you and step inside. Try anything, and my bullets will bury you before you scream.” I gulped and shoved the door beside me. I had to obey him. I had to do everything to get out of here alive. It creaked open, revealing a cramped janitor’s closet. My heart lurched as darkness swallowed us, the stench of bleach and harsh detergent clawing at my throat. “I could paint these walls with your blood,” the man hissed, his voice thick with malice. “No one would mourn a nameless cockroach like you.” “Please…” Tears blurred my vision. “What do you want? Just… don’t…”

She described her thoughts on it in relation to nature and destruction and decided to share another piece of hers she was proud of. She turned her laptop to face Remus and he read the poem. Degradation Filthy, but, yet alive The dust rises around Growing and spreading Like parasites clinging to what little there is The dust rises around Its legs dug into the ground Like parasites clinging to what little there is Sucking the life force around them Its legs dug into the ground The roots spread out deep below Sucking the life force around them Leaving nothing behind The roots spread out deep below Running its lines and taking over Leaving nothing behind