Curse These Metal Hands

At last, I’ve learned to live inside all of this beauty, and bask in the glow of high spirits! To finally feel the pull of joy, not merely observe it. No longer will I wrest myself from its hold. I know it looms, just out of view. A storm which I’m uncertain calm will follow. I know it looms, such is the quall. But does my fear have warrant when I did form it? Hold fast, these clouds mask a sun whose rays will make stark my darkest shadow. I have felt this bearing down on me forever. And all of a sudden… I feel it is lifted!

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

Brace! In my calloused hands the spark unfurls to puncture through the pall. Will I give in or emanate control? Has there been a day so vivid? My vision no longer obscured, unworried to risk my weary heart and remain sincere.

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

Drink the languid light of dawn together, and when nights will grow forlorn, remember: “Against the mockery of sleep, we shelter. And when hope is all but gone, endeavour to persevere.”

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

Often it seems nary the faintest of glares could pierce this vast gloom that shrouds me. Pliant, I have been! Bask in the glow! Peer through the shade and try to savour its warmth. The haze will surely clear soon. Bask in the glow! That greatest star shines overhead. Throw thine arms wide! Yield to day!

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025