|Ollie Queen Has An Arrow For That (acearcher) wrote in valarnet,|
@ 2013-05-27 03:26:00
|Entry tags:||oliver queen (green arrow), tate langdon|
[Still possessed. Written by Sar AND Ummie as Ollie and Tate Tatover? Tollie?]
You know that moment? That perfect, perfect moment, when you've gotten something that you really really wanted. Gotten to do it, and watch as the mighty come crashing to the ground and cowering at your feet and all that you can tell them before shooting is that they deserved it and that they brought justice on themselves?
The sweet sweet taste of Justice, of revenge, and standing up for what is right will never, EVER fade and once I finish my business at home, teaching a little thief her place, I can go back to saving others from the hells that are this life. Does anyone here want out first?
((Poem via Tate!))
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved I loved alone.
Then - in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life - was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In it's autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.