Khamosiyaan....

Death, with curious eyes, approaches me, Its question echoing, a child-like glee. "Happy or sad?" it asks, a knowing tone, As if it's seen the path I've weathered, alone. I ponder the query, a lifetime's weight, Recounting the losses that sealed my fate. The scars that adorn my weathered armor, Each one a testament to my former. Heartbreaks that carved my very being, Sins that made me a sinner, unforgiving. The power that corrupted, the lives I took, A devil's flesh, a soul no one couldook. A specter of darkness, a harbinger of woe, I stalk the innocent, their purity I sow, A flesh of the devil, a destroyer of grace, Leaving in my wake, a trail of widow's tears to trace. For years I have reveled in sin's dark embrace, A synonym of Satan, a corruptor of the race, My life, a war of destruction, void of joy or pain, A soul corrupted, with regrets that forever remain. I am the killer of lives, the bringer of strife, Stripping away the sanctity,...

The Forgotten Legacy of Arkonid In the vast expanse of the cosmos, before the first spark of creation ignited the universe, there existed a realm of unparalleled power and grandeur. This was the domain of Arkonid, the Ruler of All, whose very presence commanded the reverence of celestial beings. But in the annals of eternity, a cataclysmic event unfolded – the Battle of Xions. Arkonid, the invincible, found himself facing a cosmic force beyond his comprehension. As the clash of ancient energies reverberated through the fabric of reality, Arkonid's empire, built on the foundations of eternity, crumbled. Shattered and divided, the promises of "Always & Forever" lay in ruins. The Xions, the enigmatic entities that Human scholars now call "Dark Matter," consumed everything in their path, leaving Arkonid's once-unified realm fractured and adrift in the ever-expanding dimensions. Faced with this devastating loss, Arkonid made a fateful decision. He...

In The Last Few Minutes Of His Life, Harry Potter Has One Last Talk With Tom Riddle. Harry Potter is sitting at home sixty years after the battle of Hogwarts, an old man now, when suddenly his scar hurts. Harry sat alone. The house that once housed Ginny and his children was near empty. Ginny had passed a year ago, and he had to admit it had taken something out of him, He had lost so many people, but this had struck him hard. He thought of his children. They all had families of their own, and they were supposed to be visiting soon. He sighed. No one knew he was sick, Ron knew, but he made him swear on his life not to tell anyone. He'd had a good life, and he wanted to go without a fuss, Enough close brushes with death had made him want to go quietly. He wanted some tea, but he felt too weak to get up. He took out his wand, then stopped, He held the old, etched wood in his hands, then lightly made sparks fly out of the tip. He smiled, He always loved how still, so many y...

In the depths of my being, a sinister force awakens, Whispers of darkness from Lucifer, a shadow that blurs and obscures. For too long, it lay hidden, an unseen specter, Yearning to dominate, to ascend as the ruthless king. Yet within me, a gentle light flickers, Engaged in a fierce struggle against this formidable adversary. As the demon's patience wears thin, it seeks to triumph, Yearning to unleash chaos and discord. Once known as a cold-hearted deity, renowned for annihilation, I now find myself unable to quench the demon's insatiable thirst. My weary restraint has finally succumbed, Allowing Lucifer to seize control and unfurl the darkness, setting the universe into motion. Now, the demon reigns supreme within me, Unleashing a cold and heartless dream, laying waste to all in its path.....

In the stillness of a shared heartbeat, Two souls entwine, their rhythms meet, Transcending time and space, they find A sacred realm, their minds aligned. Riding through the lands of pleasure, Senses heightened beyond measure, Each touch, each glance, a symphony Of deep connection, ecstasy. In this fleeting, timeless embrace, The world fades, leaving not a trace, Only the two, in perfect sync, Adrift on waves of bliss, they sink. A moment of pure, unbridled joy, Where boundaries blur, passions employ, In this precise, ethereal dance, Two spirits, one, in sweet romance.

She embodies a radiant spark, a celestial light, A vision of goddess-like beauty in human sight, A creation of the divine mind's reflection, A rare and exquisite gem deserving affection. As gentle as velvet, yet resilient as steel, Her allure entrancing, creating a spiritual zeal, A dreamer, bearing a soul of celestial grace, A divine presence in this mortal place. Exquisite and exceptional, a treasure to cherish, Her essence beyond all that one could ever perish, Treat her delicately, for she is truly divine, A soul of beauty, a spark that will forever shine. In her eyes, the cosmos gleams and sparks, Her smile, a guiding light that eternally marks, A goddess among us, a heavenly bestowal, Treasure her essence, her beauty, her love overall.

My heart, so weary, bears the weight, Of days that seem to never abate, The burdens piled, one upon one, Leaving little room for joy or fun. I long for respite, a moment's peace, Where the mind can rest, and the soul find release, But the demands, they never cease, Leaving my heart in a state of unease. The constant struggle, the endless fight, Drains the energy, dims the light, I yearn for a time to simply be, To find the calm, the tranquility. Yet, in the depths of this fatigue, I know there's a path to find reprieve, To listen to the heart's quiet plea, And rediscover the strength in me. For though my heart may feel so tired, It still holds the spark, the hope desired, To rise again, to find its way, And embrace the promise of a brighter day.