CaptainWiseman

This is a story about a violinist which in life, never had a fill, everyday he practiced the violin, playing "The Devil's Trill". he needed to play it, and play it well, even if it meant, forever in his house to dwell. his friends now lost and forgotten, and with nothing to gain, forever locked in his house, slowly being driven insane. each day he improved, with a quick pace, untill one day, the final note falled into place. The mark of a virtuoso he rightfully bore, no one had played this piece so perfectly before. yet the celebration had abruptly ended with a choke, as the entire room filled up with smoke. and fire rose up, and

My Poet, My Poet, sing from your heart, Dedicate a poem for me, Make it so we will never part, And our love will always be. My Love, My Love, my passion for you is like fire, A flame that burns eternally, I will do anything for your heart desire, So our love will always be.

Love once I couldn't see Love once had stuck a blade in me Love now fills my heart with glee For love now I preach to thee Love fills me with emotions Love brought me life For love I serve with devotion For love I elude the scythe Love causes us grief Love lifts us to stars of night For love I breathe For love I now write Love our hearts cleave Love saves us from life of blight For love all I give For love I now write Whether love lost Whether love unseen In love we can always trust With love we are redeemed Whether fulfilled or struck misfortune For love we all fight Whether happiness or heart-broken For love I shall f

The Witch's Brew will never be complete, yet even though its not well, on the brewing process she will not repeat. She will continue brewing, knowing it for a mistake, on errors she don't have will to dwell, keep brewing with a smile, even though its a fake. The desires of others she has no care, in love she never fell, only her interests her heart has room to bear. In her world, all should tend her various needs, she is the queen of hell, a tree, in a world of weeds. She brews with lies, yet the poison is true, her hubris is a veil, endlessly stirring The Witch's Brew.