Welp basically I just write poems about people and things in life. I as well have a book on wattpad about my poems if you wanna check that out



"You have a poem for us, Prof. Dog?" I was surprised by his sudden mention of poetry. I didn't think he was into that.
"Why yes! I brought a book with me." Prof. Dog pulled out Flowers of Evil. "Poetry is good with tea, woof. I will read to you a poem as you drink."
"Charles Baudelaire?" Isuru said after glancing at the cover.
"Yes, woof. A fine poet he was." He opened the book to a random page, cleared his throat and began:
beds of subtle fragrance shall be ours,
soft divans far deeper than a tomb,
fairer climes shall yield mysterious flowers
- flowers which for us were made to bloom.
After the first few lines of the poem, I was drawn by it. I found it sweet and romantic.
lavishing our final amorous hours there,
our flaming hearts shall merge and loom
in the twin mirrors of these souls of ours
- torches vast which side by side consume.
My eyes began to widen.
then some evening, rose and mystic blue,
charged with the sobbing woe of our adieu,
Love shall links us in one lightning-spark;
I looked at Isuru and began thinking about the future. We were putting our lives on the line just to stop Mako. How will our story come to an end? Will it be as tragic as the death of the lovers in the poem?
Prof. Dog recited the last verse:
later, shall the faithful angel fling
all the portals wide, illumining
the flameless torches and the mirrors dark.
He then closed the book. "So, do you like it, woof? It's called 'The Death of Lovers'."
Isuru sighed while I looked down sullenly.
"You have no taste in poems, woof."
Isuru glanced at me then back at Prof. Dog. "You could have at least chosen a happier one, Dog."
"You won't find any happy poems in this book, except maybe the wine poems, woof."
Isuru sighed.
After having our meals, Isuru and I parted ways with Prof. Dog.
I was still down about the poem as we walked by the river towards the bookshop. When we were halfway there, I suddenly stopped walking.
Isuru followed and looked back at me. "What's wrong?"
"Isuru, do you get the feeling that..." I stopped midsentence.
"That the poem was made for us or something?"
I nodded.
Isuru's calm gaze fell on the crimson flowers, the ones I noticed earlier that day. "The poem did sound it."
He plucked out a flower. "Fairer climes shall yield mysterious flowers."
"... flowers which for us were made to bloom," I continued.



"Aqua Chrysalis houses the most bizarre tenants who call each other by their animal code names. In this jungle of a building.I hate humans.

One moment they say they like something. Then, the next moment they say they hate it.

One moment they get along. The next moment they fight.

They're hopeless, hypocritical beings who are proud and weak.

They continue to hurt people. To destroy what they have in their hands.

In an endless cycle.

That's why I decided not to make any friends.

My name is Butterfly.

Well actually, my name is really Cho. My name means 'Butterfly', so people started calling me that. Since when? I don't remember.

I think the name suits me. Butterflies silently flutter about from flower to flower, watching the world unfold as time moves forward. And keeping distance from interfering in the business of others.

That is the kind of person I am."

Once it finished speaking, the figure of light scattered into specks of light and disappeared.

The world returned to silence for a brief moment.

Then the black market erupted into noise as countless people loudly discussed among themselves.

Some quick-witted people even sneakily ran into bookstores.

The seven Holy Bibles!

Each Holy Bible depicted the words, actions as well as the view of the Gods towards all things, the teachings they had towards their followers as well as their predictions of the future.

To find the labyrinth, they needed to look for the 21 poems of divination that lie within the 7 Holy Bible!

Fortunately, within the Strife Zones, the 7 Holy Bibles had always been the most well-circulated books, sometimes, the Holy Churches would even give the Holy Bibles out to their followers for free.

In the Strife Zones, the books with the most copies within any bookstore had always been the 7 Holy Bibles.

After another short period of chaos, everyone managed to gather an ample amount of Holy Bibles from several different bookstores.

A Combatant had the thought of wanting to take all the books for himself but quickly gave up on it.

Because he knew that if he tried to do that, everyone would gather and risk their lives to kill him.

Because this was a teaching of God!

Even before the issue of faith comes into play, the figure of light had already said that it had only bought a bit of time for living beings – for them.

If they couldn't find the labyrinth, they wouldn't be able to find the Divine Armaments, and the sinful creature wouldn't be sealed again.

If his impulsive actions caused the search for the Divine Armaments to fail at the last minute, then he would die together with everyone else within the belly of the monster!

So the Combatant took a deep breath, pulled out a copy of the Holy Bible from inside his chest and quickly flipped through.

This was a Holy Bible of Death, depicting many of the Death God's actions and words, with an addendum of his poems predicting the future at the end.

There are probably a few thousand of these poems.

And this was only one of the Holy Bibles.

There are a total of 7 Holy Bibles…

He shook his head and quickly focused on reading through the poems.

This was going to be a vast undertaking, but no matter how tough it was, they needed to find the poems that fit the current situation as fast as possible!

The entire black market fell into tranquillity.

A path that leads directly to becoming a Demigod was now in front of them.

No one had the time to kill and struggle for mundane riches.

At the edge of the floating port.

Gu Qing Shan gave Little Dusk a cup of steaming hot tea while he leaned on a chair and read his newspaper.

This was the Spire Keeper Association's newspaper.

After being silent for so long, it finally updated with more news just now.

"You're not going to try and read those prediction poems?" Little Dusk asked him as she drank her tea.

Gu Qing Shan was focused on the newspaper as he casually answered: "Ah, I won't; I've already given up my faith, remember?"

"It's actually fine you know, you can give it a try" Little Dusk encouraged him.

"Why?"

"Because according to those words just now, the Divinities don't care whether or not you're their follower, as long as you can collect the Divine Armaments, they will help you fully light your Tree of Divinity------- and make you a Demigod"

"Will they actually be that generous?" Gu Qing Shan was still reading the newspaper as he asked.

"Trust me, I know the Divinities very well" Little Dusk said: "They are very keen on sealing away all the unknown and powerful creatures of sin, and mortals who help Divinities achieve that goal will always receive their favour and rewards"

Gu Qing Shan hesitantly spoke: "But wouldn't directly becoming a Demigod be too much of a leap for living beings?"

Little Dusk smiled: "Demigods aren't really all that either, it's just the first step on becoming a real God"

"Are there any Demigods in the Strife Zones?" Gu Qing Shan asked.

Little Dusk answered him: "The serving deities being worshipped in the 7 Holy Churches are all Demigods"

Gu Qing Shan muttered: "Serving deity…"

According to the dead general's memories, Gu Qing Shan knew that each God had their own serving deities.

The serving deities would deal with complicated matters and management in place of the Gods, loyally adhering to their orders.

Gu Qing Shan then recalled the black hound that lingered around Anna.

------how strong is it?

"Demigod huh… do you think I should give it a try?" Gu Qing Shan asked.

Little Dusk told him: "You should, becoming a Demigod will greatly increase your strength, your cultivation will jump several realms, your card grade will also leap several levels at once from a grey card to something else"

"Hmm… that does sound enticing" Gu Qing Shan muttered.

In truth, he was very interested in it right now.

Little Dusk stood up: "Let's go, we should try looking at the poems in the 7 Holy Bibles------ I know the 7 Divinities quite well, so we should be able to find those 21 poems very quickly"

She continued: "From there we can analyze the poems and find out where the labyrinth is"
"We can then simply search through the labyrinth, bring the Divine Armaments out and seal the sinful creature away"

Gu Qing Shan silently looked at her and asked: "You've also been sealed by them, so why are you trying to help them? Don't you want to take revenge?"

Little Dusk asked confusedly: "Revenge? What's revenge?"

Gu Qing Shan considered briefly before explaining: "It's… whenever someone does something bad to you, you also want to make them feel what you felt"

Little Dusk casually smiled: "The Divinities were only afraid of me"

Gu Qing Shan said again: "But they sealed you away"

Little Dusk looked at him: "That was already in the past, what I'm doing right now has nothing to do with them, I just want to help you become a Demigod"

Gu Qing Shan fell silent.

He put the newspaper back on the table.

-------unlike before, this time the newspaper was white with black text, it was completely black, like a shroud of darkness that covered everything.

Lines of text burned through the black background.

[Final notice]
[The 900 million World Layers alliance has been destroyed]
[Billions of worlds have been plunged into darkness]
[The monster is currently wrestling with the Demon King Order for the right to destroy it all]
[Regardless of who wins in the end, the only path waiting for living beings everywhere is enslavement or death]
[Attention please, this is the final notice of the Spire Keeper Association before our collapse]
[Everything is over]
[Goodbye forever, my friends]

When Gu Qing Shan no longer looked at the newspaper, the burning text started to spread on the black paper.

Flames quickly ate through the entire thing.

Within the burning flames, what remained of the once-glorious Spire Keeper Association also turned into ash, completely erased from the 900 million World Layers.

The 900 million World Layers alliance had also been destroyed.

This was the end of an era.

The great shroud of the apocalypse was slowly being pulled open.

For now, the only lucky survivors were those within the Strife Zones, hidden away by the power of the Divinities.

But no one knew how long this luck could actually last.

Gu Qing Shan deeply sighed, clasped his hands together, and formed a seal.

"I have something to ask you"

He told Little Dusk.

Specks of light gathered at his fingertips, forming a terrifying visage.

It was a face made of light, half-man, half-women, their eyes were filled with insanity and hysteria, both carrying an expression of pain with wide-open mouths as if they were screaming in silence.

Indeed, this was the creature that rested within God Institute.

---------the eerie monster that no one could go against!

"Do you know what this is?" Gu Qing Shan asked.

As Little Dusk stared at the monster, her expression slowly became solemn.

With a slow and cold tone, she told him: "It has many names, the Predator, Enemy of Divinity, God Eater Sin, Ender of the Desolate Age"

Gu Qing Shan was glad and asked: "So you know about it?"

"I do" Little Dusk nodded: "This is a creature from the Age of Desolation-------- the age before the Divinities were born"
"This creature brought an end to the Age of Desolation after the Divinities were born, even the powerful True Gods with vast, unimaginable power could only become its food"
"The reason why the Divinities created myriads of living beings, even breaking all taboos in search of forces much more powerful than themselves was because of fear, and the majority of that fear came from this creature"

Gu Qing Shan asked further: "Have the Divinities ever won against it?"

Little Dusk replied: "The Divinities once had a decisive battle against it------- I was present at the time as well"

"So you already fought against it?"

"Not me alone, all the most powerful creations of the Divinities participated in that battle, some of them were even stronger than I was"

"And you won?"

"We did, but barely, the majority of Divinities at the time lost their lives for it, powerful creatures the likes of which I couldn't believe also died in that battle"

"What about the monster?"

"We couldn't thoroughly destroy it, so we sealed it away------- that was all we could do, but that way, the Divinities were temporarily safe"

Gu Qing Shan silently nodded.

Little Dusk asked curiously: "How do you know about this creature?"

Gu Qing Shan replied: "It has reappeared"

Little Dusk was speechless.

For the very first time, Gu Qing Shan saw her making an expression of fear and anxiety.

"Now that the Divinities are no longer here, does that mean it is invincible?" Gu Qing Shan tried asking.

"No" Little Dusk shook her head, "the Divinities would never allow that terrifying past to persist once again"
"Once the creature was sealed away, they studied for countless years and finally found a way to deal with that creature"

Gu Qing Shan's eyes lit up and asked: "What was it?"

"It was a secret, a secret of Divinities" Little Dusk shook her head as she looked at him.

Gu Qing Shan's expression turned solemn: "Listen to me, Little Dusk, you have to tell me, otherwise more and more people will be killed by that monster, and all the worlds will be destroyed"

"It's not that I don't want to tell you, but because after the Divinities won the war, the Divinities no longer trusted weaponized beings like myself who only existed for war, so I don't know what that secret was" Little Dusk explained.

"Is there no trace of it at all?" Gu Qing Shan was still unwilling to let go.

"Of course there is, I know where the Divinities hid that secret" Little Dusk replied.

"Where?"

"It was a unique number, one that represented endless death within the language of the Gods------ it was 944, yeah, the #944 coin"

"Coin? The Divinities left their secrets within a coin?" Gu Qing Shan was in total disbelief.

Then he suddenly recalled the #109 coin that he had.

This coin had the ability to summon a fridge.

Which means------
A lot of the other numbered coins actually have their own unique uses as well?

Little Dusk explained: "Yeah, every coin after #900 no longer represent wealth, and they aren't in circulation, these coins were forged by the Divinities themselves using eternal materials, hiding truths and secrets that should never be spoken"

Gu Qing Shan lowered his gaze and muttered: "Are these coins the same as those numbered below 900 as well? With their numbers depicting how crucial they are?"

"No, you can't use the same scale for measuring wealth to measure truths and secrets, every coin after #900 has its own meaning, none of which is more important than the rest"

Then Little Dusk seemed to recall something as her voice became neglectful and indistinct:

"All coins above #900 are equally important, except… the final three coins, only one copy of each were ever made…"

Gu Qing Shan didn't notice the change of tone in her voice.

He was only thinking about how to win against the monster.

Only one copy of each----- the fewer there were, the more important the secret it held, this should have been a very simple thing to conclude for Gu Qing Shan.

"The #944 coin…" Gu Qing Shan muttered, "alright, I'll keep it in mind and try to find this coin"

He stood up: "As for now, we need to find those three Divine Armaments and quickly leave this world as soon as we can"

Little Dusk also stood up: "Then we're going to a bookstore?"

"No, we're heading for the desert" Gu Qing Shan told her.

Little Dusk was confused: "But we still haven't found the 21 poems of divinations and still don't know where the labyrinth is"

Gu Qing Shan said: "Just follow me"

"Do you have a way?" Little Dusk asked.

"Yeah" Gu Qing Shan replied.

"You can bypass looking for the poems and directly look for the Divine Armaments?" Little Dusk couldn't help but ask him again.

"Yeah" Gu Qing Shan replied again.

"I don't believe you, what kind of way is it? Can you tell me?" Little Dusk pursued further.

"Ah, it's probably the same way that the God Eater Sin used to hunt the Divinities for food in the past"

Gu Qing Shan told her.

He had just spent a few thousand Soul Points on his War God UI.

The Mystic-type skill from God Institute, [Miracle Search] had been activated


The end of all worlds approach.
The Demon King Order harvests lives from all manners of living beings.
Within this darkness full of despair, a single person bypassed Space-time and returned to before the world collapsed, determined to change the fate of the past.
But as time went by, he gradually found that the Apocalypse isn’t quite as simple as he thought…
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Translator: La0o9
Link to the WAO glossary page for possible confusing terminologies, a short character list and overall minor spoilers (I recommend not to check the page out until you reach the latest chapter): 
https://otakutl.blogspot.com/2020/02/wao-glossary.html


Li Yunyang glanced at Le Xuan, wondering if he should be shameless too.
Le Xuan, however, couldn't be angrier, because Wang Hao was messing around under her name. She would probably have to take the blame for him later.
"Ms. Le Xuan, I…" Li Yunyang summoned his courage, hoping to confess his love.
"Don't think about things you shouldn't think about. If you do, I'll shoot you…" Le Xuan interrupted Li Yunyang coldly. She knew Li Yunyang's intention very well, but she was not interested in that kind of thing at all at this time.
Li Yunyang was frustrated again.
Xia Weiwei giggled. "Li Yunyang, I feel sorry for you. Can you not tell that Le Xuan is only jealous?"
Li Yunyang looked at Le Xuan and then Wang Hao who had a girl in his arms. He suddenly felt that his heart was broken.
Le Xuan glared at Xia Weiwei and smacked Xia Weiwei's head hard.
"Ah…" Xia Weiwei immediately shouted.
Her shouting woke up Zhao Yiling, who was still in Wang Hao's arms. Blushing, she shoved Wang Hao away and stepped back.
Wang Hao glared back at Xia Weiwei as she had ruined his business. However, he found it really easy to trick modern girls with ancient poems!
Right then, all the young men came back to themselves and stared at Wang Hao angrily.
Zhao Yiling was beautiful and had a powerful background. Naturally, she was the perfect goddess in their eyes.
However, a jackass who could write nothing but erotic limericks had kissed their goddess right in front of them. That was intolerable!
"Boy, where are you from?"
"You hugged the lady? You'd better cut your hands off right now."
"We're going to smash his mouth today so that he'll know there are certain people he can't touch."
"Someone, beat him up right now…"
"…"
Hearing that, Zhao Yiling immediately turned cold, and a terrifying storm swept across the field. "Shut up!"
Everybody was stunned by the thunderous warning.
When they came back to themselves, they all lowered their heads, not even daring to breathe aloud.
Wang Hao was quite shocked too, because Zhao Yiling was almost a natural-born queen. Nobody dared to argue with her at all. No wonder even Ye Qing was such a coward in front of her.
"To tell you the truth, I'm holding the party today exactly for him!" Zhao Yiling pointed at Wang Hao.
Everybody whispered to each other after hearing that.
"A party for this man? Seriously?"
"The lady never held any parties before, and she's holding a party for a man?"
"How can a man who can only write erotic limericks deserve such a privilege?"
"But I've been told that he has created some formal poems too."
"He must've copied them from other places!"
"No, I just searched online. Those poems have never been published before."
"It means that this man really knows a thing or two about literature."
"I remember that the lady said that her future husband must be adept at both martial arts and literature. She must be very interested in this man now."
"So, this party tonight is the lady's test for this man?"
"Probably. I didn't think that the lady would ever grow interested in a man."
"But that man seems only around eighteen, and the lady is already twenty-two. She's a couple of years older than him."
"That's nothing. Maybe the lady likes younger men."
"Oh, my lady, my goddess!"
"…"
"I trust that you will not disappoint me…" Zhao Yiling put on a sweet smile and gently fixed his collar.
"You're really a troublemaker!"
Wang Hao glared at Zhao Yiling. This woman must've intentionally made all these men hate him. He must get back at her for all the trouble she caused him.
Le Xuan took a deep breath in relief, feeling lucky that Wang Hao and she swapped their identities, or she would be dead for sure if she were asked to compete with them.
"What do we do now?" Qian Wanyang and Chen Yao couldn't be graver. They laid their hands on their weapon, ready to rush out.
"Don't do anything yet!" Ling Xiao stopped them. "My junior brother is a distinguished poet. With the poems he created before, I don't think any of them can defeat him."
"What?"
Qian Wanyang and Chen Yao were stunned. What was that supposed to mean? Were Wang Hao's poems all written by him? Was it not a joke?
They never questioned Wang Hao's ability in creating erotic limericks, but they found it hard to believe that Wang Hao could create beautiful poems.
"All the poems are indeed written by Wang Hao himself." Xia Weiwei had just searched online and found no information on Wang Hao's works.
Besides, if anyone had created those classic poems earlier, the poems would've spread out a long time ago, but Xia Weiwei had never heard about them before, so they could've only been written by Wang Hao.
Although it was hard to believe, it was the only truth, and she had to believe it.
"Are you serious?"
Qian Wanyang and Chen Yao felt like worshiping Wang Hao.
In terms of martial arts, Wang Hao had proved that he was a monster with his unparalleled talents.
In terms of pharmaceutics, he had turned into a level-three Medical Grandmaster when he was only seventeen.
In terms of music, the market price of Walking Wolves had soared by millions of times in only a couple of days.
Now, he was awesome at literature too. Would their boss not stop until everybody in the world was shocked to death?
Of course, what they admired Wang Hao for the most was his shamelessness.
As long as Wang Hao resorted to shamelessness, he would be able to solve any problem in the world more than easily.
"Hehe. This place seems lively. I've come at the right moment!" An old man laughed and walked close.
Everybody looked back, only to see a white-haired old man in vintage close approaching them like an ancient scholar. Next to the old man was an obedient girl.
"It's Master Guo Yunzi!"
Seeing the old man, everybody exclaimed and paid tribute to him.
Qian Wanyang came to Wang Hao's side and whispered, "Boss, Guo Yunzi is a famous poet in the Glorious Sky Federation. Zhao Yiling has obviously invited him here on purpose!"
"Whatever her purpose is, I'm sure that someone will have to carry him out of here if he dares to piss me off…" Wang Hao snorted in disdain.
Le Xuan felt a strong headache coming on, as she had foreseen more trouble…


Waking up from a hangover, Wang Hao finds himself reborn in an alternate world. To his delight, he realizes that he has a system to help him in this new world. However, his system turns out to be a highly unconventional one. Instead of serving justice and winning the respect of other people, Wang Hao has to do all kinds of bad things in order to make use of the system. So, Wang Hao embarks on the journey to being cursed for good…

Kang's POV
I tapped on the glass door of the store, waiting for Stan, as I put down all of the load in front of the locked door. "Yeah, yeah. Come on." Stan opened the locked glass door and picked up the loads with me....
Haru's POV
I stepped into the staff locker room and went to locker 67. I took my key from my sweatshirt and placed into the key-hole, and unlocking it. I pulled out an apron  that was hanging in the locker next to my name tag. I put my apron on from my neck and tied it the laces. I took my name tag and pinned at on my apron above my chest.  I hanged my bag in my locker and locked the locker.
I took my attendance at the staff room, and head back to the counter to do some paperwork. I sat down and grabbed a pen, started to do my paperwork. Sometimes, after finishing paperwork, i'll start writing some poems or story in a notebook that Miss Jade gave me. I finished my third paperwork, that's when Harold comes in. "Morning, Haru." He greeted me with a smile. "Coffee, Harold?" I held up his favorite mug while in the other hand was another mug for miss Jade. "Sure." Harold went into the staff room and slowly shuts the door behind him.
I opened the door to the break room. The coffee machine was just on the table, waiting to work again. Beside it was a box full of coffee packets. It took 40 minutes (20 minutes each coffee) to finish the coffee-making. I stepped out of the break room and straight to Miss Jade's room, across the hallway. "Good morning, Miss Jade!" I greeted cheerful at Miss Jade who was just typing out a letter for the millionaire who's funding our library. I put the mug on the table and slowly slides in front of her.
"Morning, Haru." She stopped and took a quick sip of her morning coffee. I was about to go out of the room "Wait!" She hesitated me from her table. "Is there anything wrong with your coffee?" I looked back at her, puzzled. "I have something to ask you..." She puts down her half-finished coffee back on the table. I sat on the chair in front of her. "Harold has been telling me about your poems..." She puts aside her laptop and looks me in the eyes.
"You see, middle-school students now are not like before. They like things with deeper meanings. As example, you know poems.  So, i'm writing a letter to our fund-er about a new section for poetry. And Harold told me you wrote good poems. I want to read them by the end of the day." Miss Jade declared about her intention. My jaw dropped, I put my hand at my mouth.
I was really speechless. Miss Jade wanted to see my poems, she would cringe! I need to write another one... So, she'll think I have developing it for years. "Yes! I'll bring my notebook, by the end of the day!" I flustered and ran for the door. 
----
"Harold! You have to help me!" I was begging Harold, he was standing at the photography section. "With what?" He rolled his eyes. "Poems! Miss Jade wants to see it." I was flipping out the pages to see all my poems that I wrote for the past 6 years. "So, your poems are great!" Harold tries to comfort me as he leans over the counter. "Let me see it." I handed my book to Harold.
"Entire of itself,
Every man is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thy friend's
Or of thine own were:
Any man's death diminishes me,
Because I am involved in mankind,
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
It tolls for thee."
"Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep."
"You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise."
"It's good you should show it to Miss Jade." He gave a thumbs up, it gave me courage about. I got up and snatch the book from him. 
CREAAKKK.
I slowly opened the door with it sounding really creepy. Miss Jade was playing with her hands... "Here you go, miss..." I handed the book.. "Thank you, Haru. I'll see you tomorrow then.."
I nodded..
[Ｔ．Ｂ．Ｃ]

Haru, Kang and Bryan starts their new life in Colombus with Alexie, a little girl that was adopted by them, entrusted by her late mother. Their life just got more interesting..

It is likely that the traditional use of narcissi for the treatment of cancer was due to the presence of isocarbostyril constituents such as narciclasine, pancratistatin and their congeners.

Acetylcholine esterase inhibition has attracted the most interest as a possible therapeutic intervention, with activity varying by a thousandfold between species, and the greatest activity seen in those that contain galantamine or epinorgalanthamine.

The rodent repellant properties of Narcissus alkaloids have been utilised in horticulture to protect more vulnerable bulbs.

In the West, the narcissus is perceived as a symbol of vanity, in the East as a symbol of wealth and good fortune, while in Persian literature, the narcissus is a symbol of beautiful eyes.

Western Culture
In western culture, the daffodil is also associated with spring festivals such as Lent and its successor Easter. In Germany, the wild narcissus, N. pseudonarcissus, is known as the Osterglocke or "Easter bell." In the United Kingdom, the daffodil is sometimes referred to as the Lenten lily.

Although prized as an ornamental flower, some people consider narcissi unlucky, because they hang their heads implying misfortune. White narcissi, such as N triandrus "Thalia", are especially associated with death and have been called grave flowers. In Ancient Greece, narcissi were planted near tombs, and Robert Herrick describes them as portents of death, an association which also appears in the myth of Persephone and the underworld. 

.The poet Ovid also dealt with the mythology of the narcissus. In his Metamorphoses, he recounts the story of the youth Narcissus who, after his death, is turned into the flower, and it is also mentioned in Book 5 of his poem Fasti. This theme of metamorphosis was broader than just Narcissus; for instance see crocus, laurel, and hyacinth

"The poem I will recite now about myself, you must all have read in your English class. It was written by William Wordsworth."

I wandered lonely as a Cloud
That floats on high o'er Vales and Hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd
A host of dancing Daffodils;
Along the Lake, beneath the trees,
Ten thousand dancing in the breeze.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Outdid the sparkling waves in glee: –
A poet could not but be gay
In such a laughing company:
I gazed – and gazed – but little thought
What wealth the shew to me had brought:

For oft when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude,
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the Daffodils.

Although there is no clear evidence that the flower's name derives directly from the Greek myth, this link between the flower and the myth became firmly part of western culture. The narcissus or daffodil is the most loved of all English plants and appears frequently in English literature. Many English writers have referred to the cultural and symbolic importance of Narcissus. No flower has received more poetic description except the rose and the lily, with poems by authors from John Gower, Shakespeare, Milton, Wordsworth, Shelley, and Keats. Frequently the poems deal with self-love derived from Ovid's account. Gower's reference to the yellow flower of the legend has been assumed to be the daffodil or Narcissus, 

Shakespeare frequently uses flower imagery, refers to daffodils twice in The Winter's Tale and also The Two Noble Kinsmen. Robert Herrick alludes to their association with death in a number of poems. Among the English romantic movement writers, none is better known than William Wordsworth's short 1804 poem I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud which has become linked in the popular mind with the daffodils that form its main image. Wordsworth also included the daffodil in other poems. Keats refers to daffodils among those things capable of bringing "joy forever".

In the visual arts, narcissi are depicted in three different contexts, mythological (Narcissus, Persephone), floral art, or landscapes. 

Eastern cultures
In Chinese culture Narcissus tazetta subsp. chinensis (Chinese sacred lilies), which can be grown indoors, is widely used as an ornamental plant. It was probably introduced to China by Arab traders traveling the Silk Road prior to the Song Dynasty for medicinal use. Spring-flowering, they became associated with Chinese New Year, signifying good fortune.

In India, the daffodil is commonly known as Nargis or Yemberzal (in Kashmiri). The importance of this flower for the Kashmiri people and other mountain regions is that it declares the arrival of Spring after the long harsh months of Winter. This white petalled beauty is also considered a symbol of good health and prosperity. A popular Kashmiri folk song, derived from the first-ever Kashmiri opera performed- Bombur ta Yemberzal, is illustrative of the love story of the Narcissus (Yemberzal) and the Bumble Bee (Bombur)

Festivals
In some areas where narcissi are prevalent, their blooming in spring is celebrated in festivals. 

Commercial uses
Throughout history the scent of narcissi has been an important ingredient of perfumes, a quality that comes from essential oils rather than alkaloids. Narcissi are also an important horticultural crop and source of cut flowers (floriculture).The Netherlands, which is the most important source of flower bulbs worldwide is also a major centre of narcissus production.

The largest Daffodil plant waving its flowery head and said that this was all that he could say. 
If more information, is needed then the children can go home and search the internet to get a lot of information or they can go to a horticulture expert who will tell them a lot of things.

The daffodil then said that it would be getting to be evening soon and as soon as the sun goes down and they switch over to sleeping/resting/ respiratory mode. Hence, they cannot answer any questions. Tomorrow, when the sun comes then the plants, trees animals, birds, etc. will be in a position to answer your questions.

The Daffodil asked if there were any other questions. We did not have any was the reply given by Chris.

Our 4 flying cars had parked on the grass and when the drivers saw that we were ready to leave,  the cars glided towards us hovering a few inches above the grass. Zen again wondered what sort of fuel was being used by the flying cars, it must be environment-friendly, as the cars did not seem to emit any smoke. They bid thanks and bye to the grass, the lake and the Daffodils saying they will come again tomorrow to get information about the birds, frogs, fish, trees, squirrels, butterflies, etc.

What would happen if you got stuck in Time?

Zia has completed her Ph.D. in Botany and has applied for the post of lecturer/ Professor. She joins a High school as a temporary teacher and is entrusted with the task of leading a group of students on a trekking /camping expedition. 

On the way they meet a guy who seems to be a trouble maker but later, he proves to be a pillar of strength. Early morning their camp is attacked and they flee taking a different route. But they are lost.

They enter a world where people are living, in hiding, for over 250 years. Their technology is much advanced as compared to ours. Their world was initially a Utopia but now it is changing due to an oppressive ruler.

They are trapped in the time of this hidden world and want to help the people there fight against the oppressive ruler and his cronies. The oppressive ruler wants to make a number of Time Machines by using the brains of the scientists who had died in harness at the site of the experiments. 

They all decide to help the good citizens of the lost world. The huge brains are destroyed and the Orbs of the scientists escape to help the rest in their mission. 

In the process, the crystals that are used in the hypnotizing guns are almost finished and to get more they split up to go to the 'Magical World' through a curtain which is a portal. The Magical World is a flat  man made Earth-like satellite, which was made as a joke to taunt the scientists 7000 years ago, and which is still operational. Here they meet the inhabitants.  They are fascinated with the advancement of science especially the talking chips and the flying cars.They see a completely different world where animals, plants, rocks, water etc can talk. Before you touch anything you need to seek permission.

They also meet the Aliens called the 'Crocodile Race' who have come to the Magical World (the flat satellite) to get supplies. They see spaceships being guided to land by the scientists of the Magical World.

At present they are narrating to the Aliens, what they have undergone till date. 

Read on to experience their adventures, their fears, and their courage, to deal with various situations and how, after meandering through various secret passageways, encountering adventures, they finally come back to their time.
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About William Wordsworth
William Wordsworth was a great english romantic poet who, with Samuel Taylor Coleridge, helped to launch the Romantic Age in English literature with their joint publication Lyrical Ballads (1798). Here are some of his other best poems along with The Prelude to be read and shared.
Browse all poems and texts published on William WordsworthWordsworth's famous poem is generally considered to be The Prelude, a semiautobiographical poem of his early years that he revised and expanded a number of times. It was posthumously titled and published, before which it was generally known as "the poem to Coleridge".
 
William Wordsworth Poems
" As faith thus sanctified the warrior's crest"
"Advance - Come Forth From Thy Tyrolean Ground"
"And Is It Among Rude Untutored Dales"
"Avaunt All Specious Pliancy Of Mind"
"Behold Vale! I Said, When I Shall Con"
"Brave Schill! By Death Delivered"
"Brook! Whose Society The Poet Seeks"
"By Moscow Self-Devoted To A Blaze"
"Call Not The Royal Swede Unfortunate"
"When I Have Borne In Memory"
"Yes! Thou Art Fair, Yet Be Not Moved"
"Young England--What Is Then Become Of Old"
'Tis Said, That Some Have Died For Love
A Character
A Complaint
A Fact, And An Imagination, Or, Canute And Alfred, On The Seashore
A Farewell
A Flower Garden At Coleorton Hall, Leicestershire.
A Gravestone Upon The Floor In The Cloisters Of Worcester Cathedral
A Jewish Family In A Small Valley Opposite St. Goar, Upon The Rhine
A Morning Exercise
A Narrow Girdle Of Rough Stones And Crags,
A Night Thought
A Night-Piece
A Parsonage In Oxfordshire
A Poet! He Hath Put His Heart To School
A Poet's Epitaph
A Prophecy. February 1807
A Sketch
A Slumber did my Spirit Seal

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