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  • @Tenebrarum-Manuss
    @Tenebrarum-Manuss  ะ”ะตะฝัŒ ะฝะฐะทะฐะด +6

    Daughter of Flames, Mother of Shadows
    When the last light of day fades and the veil of night descends, I change. Beneath this velvet gown and the halo of soft firelight, something darker blooms within me, unfurling like the black petals of a poisoned rose. They call me a princess, yet I am nothing of the sort. I am a vessel for shadows, for regrets too sharp to bury, and for a hunger I dare not name.
    Winter grips the land beyond these stone walls, its icy fingers clawing at the castle windows. But here, beside the fire, I find solace. I watch the flames rise and fall, their golden dance mirroring the flicker of my own restless thoughts. Sometimes, I hum a tune-a melody older than the bricks of this ancient keep. It threads through my mind, weaving a bond with the warmth of the hearth, as if the fire alone can hold my unraveling spirit together.
    But the truth is, I was never kind. Once, in the brilliance of daylight, I wore the mask well-the mask of the dutiful daughter, the gracious lady of the court. I whispered pretty lies and smiled with a sweetness that could rot a saintโ€™s soul. My hands, now pale and slender, were stained with the ruin of others. Words, you see, can be sharper than any blade, and mine were daggers tipped with venom. I wielded them carelessly, like a child playing with fire, until I saw what destruction truly meant.
    I sit here now, cloaked in the ashes of my sins. I wonder if the fire forgives me for the darkness it sees in my eyes. For when the night falls, the girl they think they know dissolves, leaving behind a creature born of silence and regret. Each night, the flame listens to my song-the same song that once lured hearts to break against the jagged rocks of my cruelty.
    I wonder-if the fire dies, will it take me with it? Will the shadows consume what little light remains in my soul? Or will I sit here forever, tethered to this throne of ruin, humming my sorrow into the embers until nothing of me is left but whispers and smoke?

  • @djibouti1962
    @djibouti1962 17 ะผะธะฝัƒั‚ ะฝะฐะทะฐะด

    Excellent! Thank you for both creating this and sharing!

  • @domenicasalazar5184
    @domenicasalazar5184 3 ั‡ะฐัะฐ ะฝะฐะทะฐะด

    The sadness goes before and beyond this life !!!

  • @EgonMalik
    @EgonMalik 12 ั‡ะฐัะพะฒ ะฝะฐะทะฐะด

    ๐ŸŽผ๐ŸŽผ๐ŸŽผ๐ŸŽผ

  • @ุงู…ู„ุงู…ู„-ุฑ8ู„8ุช
    @ุงู…ู„ุงู…ู„-ุฑ8ู„8ุช 11 ั‡ะฐัะพะฒ ะฝะฐะทะฐะด

    โคโคโคโคโคโคโคโค

  • @ุงู…ู„ุงู…ู„-ุฑ8ู„8ุช
    @ุงู…ู„ุงู…ู„-ุฑ8ู„8ุช 11 ั‡ะฐัะพะฒ ะฝะฐะทะฐะด

    Although it contains a huge amount of sadness, it is an immortal masterpiece that will remain in memory... Thank you very much for this wonderful work

  • @garydelaney6776
    @garydelaney6776 2 ั‡ะฐัะฐ ะฝะฐะทะฐะด

    Thank You

  • @xavierrd9050
    @xavierrd9050 19 ั‡ะฐัะพะฒ ะฝะฐะทะฐะด

    โค๐ŸŽถ๐Ÿ’ฏ๐ŸŽ„๐ŸŽโ„๏ธโค๏ธ

  • @ุฑูŠู…ูŠูƒู„ูˆุฏ
    @ุฑูŠู…ูŠูƒู„ูˆุฏ 22 ั‡ะฐัะฐ ะฝะฐะทะฐะด +1

    โœจ

  • @ุงู…ู„ุงู…ู„-ุฑ8ู„8ุช
    @ุงู…ู„ุงู…ู„-ุฑ8ู„8ุช 11 ั‡ะฐัะพะฒ ะฝะฐะทะฐะด

    ๐Ÿ˜ข

  • @anejahos
    @anejahos 23 ั‡ะฐัะฐ ะฝะฐะทะฐะด

    I will live forever, because I am from the time before memory, which is ETERNITY's own humming tune.โš•๏ธ

  • @ุขู…ู„ุงู„ุญูŠุงุฉ-ุจ8ุซ
    @ุขู…ู„ุงู„ุญูŠุงุฉ-ุจ8ุซ 11 ั‡ะฐัะพะฒ ะฝะฐะทะฐะด

    Don't look for a dose of hope here, I only have a drop for me

  • @ุขู…ู„ุงู„ุญูŠุงุฉ-ุจ8ุซ
    @ุขู…ู„ุงู„ุญูŠุงุฉ-ุจ8ุซ 11 ั‡ะฐัะพะฒ ะฝะฐะทะฐะด

    A dangerous woman, lucky if you meet her and unlucky if you lose her

  • @ุขู…ู„ุงู„ุญูŠุงุฉ-ุจ8ุซ
    @ุขู…ู„ุงู„ุญูŠุงุฉ-ุจ8ุซ 11 ั‡ะฐัะพะฒ ะฝะฐะทะฐะด

    My pen was never a fraud, but rather it was infected