Mending a Broken HeartA heart can be broken only so many times,Fractured and damaged with betrayal and lies.It only takes a moment, then finally snap,Inside their soul is left a bottomless gap.All that trust! And for naught, it seems,That poor lover is ripped apart by the seams.Their world falls down; and with it, their mind,Severed now are the bonds that did bind.They pick up the pieces, tears in their eyes,They never had a chance to say their goodbyes.Cold and alone, they retreat in their mind,An empty shell, with sorrow inside.But along comes a soul, innocent and pure,They take your hand and lift you up from the floor.With love, they rebuild your trust and your heart,And prevent it again, from falling apart.
TheClans OCName: Kaledor VaulkharClan: DarkAge: SixteenHeight: Six footWeight: Sixty kilogramsBuild: Slim, litheEye colour: Left eye is light green, right eye is crimson-redHair: Long, black,straightComplexion: Very pale, almost whiteStatus: Current Patriarch of the Dark Clan (unofficial) Drachau of Karond Kar (capital of Dark Clan)Other: His left arm is heavily scarred after an encounter with a wild wolf-steed when he was young. As a result he keeps his left arm hidden unless in the company of close friends, such as Hauclir who, incidentally, was the one who saved Kaledor from the wolf-steedKaledor's long sighted, and so has to wear spectacles when reading, something that he abhorsGeneral: The son of the previous Patriarch of the Dark Clan, Dolthaic, Kaledor is the ideal model of a member of the Dark Clan, in terms of both mind and body. Lithe and thin like the original founders of the Dark Clan generations
Bonded with the machineI am your future, master of your mind,Your God of flesh and steel, intertwined.Machines and muscles, bound as one,For this new era, they shall be the rising sun.Lay down your faith, without it be free,Sacrifice your soul, succumb to me.Purge your body, forge it anew in fire,Lest these flames become your funeral pyre.The flesh is weak, it rots and dies,The brain is full of confusion and lies.Submit to me, and I shall see,That you be freed from this tyranny.Become one with the metal, pure and cold,Soulless iron, malice you hold.Unthinking, unswerving, flawlessly clean,Now you have bonded, with the machine.
We fight onThe shadows gather, and strange winds blow,Evil has come, and none of us knowThat the end is near-we mist fight for our livesIf we want to make it through this endless night.Darkness has descended, the sun is dead,The sky becomes a blood-shot red.The power of chaos will reach new heights,If we cannot find the strength to fight.Hell-fire burns, the end is near,Our time is up-too late, I fear.We were too weak, we could not hold,Against this night, so dark and bold.But despite it all, we still live on,Though strength has faded, our hopes not gone.We fight again, with life restored,And once again, our hope reformed.