Poem
Towards hidden dreams reality going,
Deep beneath hell's gate flowing.
Bind the soul, bind the sky,
Pure flight and the question "Why?"
The cost of a missing heart's true sorrow,
Power not enough to fill the hollow.
Stolen life, shimmering and splendid,
Bottled and used however unintended.
Glittering song etched in sand,
Deep and old and ground contraband.
The world on an island, more money in a stone,
Power and life and a heart all alone.
The power of the written word in book dear to the heart,
Brings life and death and a chance to restart.
Arrora's Journal Ordered oldest to newest
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my back story
02 May 2020 11:52:09
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Poem
19 Nov 2020 03:02:27
02 May 2020 11:52:09
19 Nov 2020 03:02:27
The major events and journals in Arrora's history, from the beginning to today.
my back story
Arrora I am Arrora, I am a tiffeling coming form a powerful family but my grandparents don’t know about me. My mom was killed by them when they found out she was pregnant. They think that we’re dead, I mean my brother and I, Kai, he is about 5 minut...
11:52 am - 02.05.2020Poem
Towards hidden dreams reality going, Deep beneath hell's gate flowing. Bind the soul, bind the sky, Pure flight and the question "Why?" The cost of a missing heart's true sorrow, Power not enough to fill the hollow. Stolen life, shimmering and sple...
03:02 pm - 19.11.2020The list of amazing people following the adventures of Arrora.
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