UnderlingsUnderlingsUnderlings
By: Passionworks
You'll never understand this pain you feel Because you have fallen numb from the cold Under muddy old shoes, black at the heel. The morning frost has you in its cruel hold. You have no control; the wind drives you down. On your knees you pray for the sun's cover But destiny mocks you: ice is your crown. Give up hope; it can no longer hover. You do as you're told: you crackle and turn. Inferiority is nature's aim, And you are powerless; the fires burn. The weak must be sacrificed, they exclaim
HaggleHaggleHaggle
By: Passionworks
Long Feng, head of the Dai Li, heard the heavy footsteps –yes, he heard them well: three pairs of feet shuffling the floor, all in great hurry, all in somewhat orderly succession. He was in full awareness of the situation, being that the destination of this very fiasco was centered on him. It was no surprise: this was his scheme, after all –do not consider it wise to place it on another's shoulders. The man himself would not have such an outright defiance.
The Grand Secretariat anticipated the sudden and abrupt stop that occurred, for the footfalls had ceased to r
Goodbye the NightGoodbye the NightGoodbye the Night
By: Passionworks
The sun was splitting the seams of the horizon. The round sphere of heat was anxious, not necessarily patient. Its fury was close to its peak, being that the winter solstice was just a week or so away. The moon would reign longest on that day and the darkness, ominous and foreboding as it was on a simple standpoint, would lead to a weakened Fire Nation. Yes, the moon was a charming and tender soul, but the sun was not one to always be so kind. The sun liked to burn skin, liked to see volcanoes erupt at the feet of the earth. His passion, however, was largely drawn from his en
Dance of the DamnedDance of the DamnedDance of the Damned
By: Passionworks
“If looks could kill
You’d be lying on the floor
You’d be begging me
Please, please
Baby, don’t hurt me no more
If looks could kill
You’d be reeling from the pain
And you’d never lie again
If looks could kill.”
-If Looks Could Kill
(Heart: From the 1986 self-titled album)
“I’m sorry, Katara.”
The ground was riddled with crystal, green and glimm
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