Professor Crispin could barely see. Cain's words hit him like a freight train.
"I think it would be best if you took a leave of absence.”
Crispin realized what he had done. No. This wasn’t him. This was something else. He looked up at his colleagues. He could see something in their eyes. Worry? Concern? Disappointment. There was something as well, lingering in Professor Crispin’s amber Eyes. Determination.
I will NEVER let them down again, he thought as he turned around and headed out the academy door toward the forest.
As Professor Crispin walked he heard a voice.
“If it isn’t the Professor! What brings you
Dark vines grow over the pain of the window of The Tower Unknown--
Until the light is shut out--
Yet obviously there--
The Dark in The Tower Unknown decays into something strange--
Something unwanted--
Yet ever so missed--
The Dark trancends The Tower Unknown into something not quite Light--
But not quite Dark--
Not quite absent--
But not quite there--
Something pure--
In Corruption--
In Cleanliness--
Dark--
Light--
White--
Black--
Grey--
How can we say we miss you if you're never there,
how can we say we're sorry if you don't care?
How can we know you miss us, as much as we miss you
How can we know you forgive us if we don't know how you do?
You never take the time to give us your speach.
How can we see you if you're always out of reach?
When can we know, you never ment any harm?
When will you release us of your terrible Charm?
The Charm that ensnares us and yet, Repels us still.
The reason we grew so close, and yet never our friendship fufill
Professor Crispin could barely see. Cain's words hit him like a freight train.
"I think it would be best if you took a leave of absence.”
Crispin realized what he had done. No. This wasn’t him. This was something else. He looked up at his colleagues. He could see something in their eyes. Worry? Concern? Disappointment. There was something as well, lingering in Professor Crispin’s amber Eyes. Determination.
I will NEVER let them down again, he thought as he turned around and headed out the academy door toward the forest.
As Professor Crispin walked he heard a voice.
“If it isn’t the Professor! What brings you
Dark vines grow over the pain of the window of The Tower Unknown--
Until the light is shut out--
Yet obviously there--
The Dark in The Tower Unknown decays into something strange--
Something unwanted--
Yet ever so missed--
The Dark trancends The Tower Unknown into something not quite Light--
But not quite Dark--
Not quite absent--
But not quite there--
Something pure--
In Corruption--
In Cleanliness--
Dark--
Light--
White--
Black--
Grey--
How can we say we miss you if you're never there,
how can we say we're sorry if you don't care?
How can we know you miss us, as much as we miss you
How can we know you forgive us if we don't know how you do?
You never take the time to give us your speach.
How can we see you if you're always out of reach?
When can we know, you never ment any harm?
When will you release us of your terrible Charm?
The Charm that ensnares us and yet, Repels us still.
The reason we grew so close, and yet never our friendship fufill
For the few of you that are following me that don't already know... I am also Zykrozek. Look me up i have better art over there. I'm writing a story with some of the oc's over there. I'm going to make another when i see fit. just so you know
Working on some OC's for my story "Ignis" and some other thing that will improve my skill with the arts.
"Ignis" will take primarily in what i call "Mystic Renascence Europe" but also partly what i call the "Post Apocalyptic American Kingdom" (it'll all make sense later)
Here are the names of the characters I'm working on:
King Арсений (or Arseny) Zheldak
Prince Виталий (or Vitaly) Zheldak
King Nicholas Blackwood
Prince Nathaniel Blackwood
Captain James Leopold (Blackwood's Captain)
Captain Виктория j