Ride Or Die Poems For Him Novels & Stories

Even with desperation. We're probably going to lose. But we're fighting anyway. Because losing while fighting is better than surrendering. Because broken doesn't mean defeated. Because some things are worth dying for. The sun breaks the horizon. Dawn arrives. And with it, hell.

The atmosphere sparkled with determination and resilience. Dax took a deep breath, inhaling the cold air, His gaze swept across the familiar faces. "My fellow countrymen, we standing on thin ice. And if it melts we're all gone. Our pack is under siege from within and outside the park, but we are not the ones to cower in the face of adversity. We must be ready to bleed for this nation, this is not a time to be afraid of death. Be ready to die defending the honor of this pack. We won't allow ourselves to be ran over by foreign elements."

Longer this time. The generators were failing. And when they finally died. When the power went out. When the locks released. We'd run. We'd fight. We'd escape or die trying. Because staying here meant death anyway. Slow. Painful. Inevitable. And I'd rather die fighting. Than live one more day in this hell.

I will rage against the dying light. They say that life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!"

They were resolute in their goal: to shatter Adrian’s defenses and prove their power. Suddenly, terrifying energy surged through the air. Blood-red power roared behind the pair, creating massive waves that charged toward Adrian. Adrian’s expression remained icy. If these two wanted a fight, he was ready. “If you seek death, I will grant your wish. Die!” he declared, moving like a ghost across the sky. “Madi, charge!” Diego shouted, his anxiety apparent as he rushed forward, his longsword engulfed in blood-red waves, fiercely slashing at Adrian.

One child lost. I stood before the pyres with Killian at my side, smoke rising behind me, eyes hollow. He took my hand. I didn’t pull away. “They fought for you,” he said. “They died for something real.” I nodded. “And I’ll honor every name. Every drop of blood.” We lit the flames together. The scent of burning filled the dawn. And I whispered to the wind, “We are Moonbound. We do not break.”

“Spit. It. Out.” “I’m testing it,” he said around a mouthful. “What if it’s poisoned? I’m risking my life.” “Poisoned by who?” “Anyone,” he said, chewing anyway. “Selfless hero that I am.” “Truly noble. And what would I have done without your brave sacrifice?” “Probably died a dramatic death in my arms. I’d hold you while you gasped something heart-wrenching and poetic, and then we’d bury you in the forest. I’d wear black for a decade.”

I could hear my heart racing after saying the words I'd kept to myself since learning that I was about to die. I thought I could be unaffected by my imminent death, yet I suddenly wanted to see more of the world. Gary didn't say anything. It was so quiet that I could hear my own breathing. Just as I thought he wasn't going to say anything, he finally spoke. His words made my heart descend into an abyss, though.

Encouraging them to keep the faith in God and also in family. After that, it was time for me to give the speech I'd spent hours preparing. I once again climbed the pulpit and started with a poem by Chinonso Chime titled "Immortal"; Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I did not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush,

My heart is crying, Sadness, sadness for a girl, For green Forterein, Sadness, sadness makes the heart cry, I will never see her again. Give me wines, wines, wines! When she dies, have me beside her In green Forterein, In addition to my dear, Besides my family. Fly falcons across celestial heights.