Sometimes it’s inevitable to be swept away by the voracious current of emotions, under the influence of certain melodies and guitar riffs that evoke the oldest and most glorious nostalgia for a place I belong to, or something like that.
It might sound like I’m trying to be poetic, but I promise that’s genuinely how it feels.
https://youtu.be/-1ajx5YFrio?is=ODyU1EL2RQ4YI2jS
Beneath the firmament’s obsidian veil he stirs,
a sovereign wrought of ember, scale, and ancient will;
his argent breath uncoils in languid, spectral whorls,
as time itself lies prostrate, hushed and still.
Within his gaze two emerald cataclism burn
the memory of worlds unmade, of crowns undone;
no mortal tongue may grasp the truths they silently discern,
nor dare endure the verdict they have spun.
He is not beast, but testament of fire and fate,
a living psalm no fragile creed could ever bind;
for in his wake, both tyrant, god, and supplicant await
the quiet absolution of his kind.
Tal es la búsqueda de familia, ardua como batalla,
Cuando caminas en silencio, y observas las estrellas,
Comprendes lo que la luna calla, secretos de antiguas tallas,
En tu sangre hay susurros de ancianos que cantan,
Cuando comprendes a tu sangre, comprendes tú alma.
Drako.
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peace truly means: that family is not just where you come from, but the quiet light that guides you home.
The blood remembers..
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