(I admit I wrote this story before I realized 1337 was more than likely referring to Leet.)

8 minutes.The man hit the pavement. It was almost time. He ran through the slums of New Delhi, sweating in the stifling heat of the mid-summer weather. He paid no attention to the dilapidated shacks and tenant buildings held together by rotted wood, ( Read more... )

You locked away your heart,
Detached from all passion
I fought for your love,
But you sat on your icy throne,
I your puppet.

I told you all:
the pain, the fear, the scars
You preyed on my weakness,
Erecting your frigid castle.

But Heaven's Flame emerged,
It razed your wintry kingdom,
Bathed in heat,

you fell.
Ignited by intensity,

your locks ( Read more... )