A knowledge only known by one, but a person, known by others, to seek and hide, his emotions, but only in an attempt to create a life, to never, be a man, or a woman, to wander the streets of loneliness, or to hack off the head of desperation...to slaughter the ugly lonliness, the great creature that plunders the forest of the lost world, a lost world??? or a forgotten world, shall this animal grow fatter, bigger, more hungry to devour young minds and consume the hearts of undaunted courage, it shall never cease.....but always live..whether it be in our lives..our minds..in hearts, death, birth or in the persuit of our dreams our nightmares, for only, the prophet of the son, will raise a blood stained sword, to kill the beast of darkness, who will venture into a territory, a land of nothingness, and will be consumed by the night, yet to be reborn, with his sword broken, blood on the earth, and life nevermore.......

Thus I stand on a hill, and see the beast of life consume the lands of plenty..thus in time..the knights of glass, shall rise from their earthen graves, dressed in their corroded armour, of gold and silver..brass and steel...but yet whose swords and hands, still stained with the blood, of long dead...when the beast of darkness..of only whom an entity had put an end to....rose from its majesty of darkness..breathing out the very fumes of lonliness.....were itís master..time...gives life to.....but also abruptly takes it....not in a life time, but in the flash of an eye.....then will the dead knights of glass rise.....and such a war will begin...with such might and determination, the evil serpent of greed....who controls the minds of love and hate...will rise from the murky waters....of rancid thought...only..to wake the dead soldiers of war....and cause the horse of tyranny to gallop with such force......to rejoin and conquer the lost world....to trudge the knights and test their minds with unwanted steps.....to reach the place, were only breath of life, shall return, and out all, the evil of the future world.....and only then the dead knight's shall return to their resting places.....for their return shall be prophesiesed

Only...for now...An angelic voice reigns were I stand, thus this voice is a lie, I am not aware, but I can hear nothing .....the voice of this woman, a creature of such power and glory....a voice that can only be that of a heavenly creature..though I see nothing, but the sands of a desert.....I can always feel...the wind dance in an act of insane laughter...

Tranquillity set in, and all was quiet, for the sound of children echoed through halls of memory...while trees stopped growing, and hills sank lower, the beast opened the hill and emerged, for he stood here, were you were, were your not, in your dreams, youíll hear a knock, the faint sound of a butterfly, fluttering beside your bedside, thus you should wake from this dream, and open your eyes, shall you see a figure, shrouded, dressed in white robes, who will point to a clock, telling yourself a certain message, But think, fear shall not caress your mind, if you hadnít commited a certain crime, an act before.....??

I entered, and I sat, amongst woman of evil delight, a man entered on the other side in Helmet and Armour...with a dagger clasped in his belt and in his soul, not forever, did these woman live, for the water they drank, poisoned their thinking, their hunger for lustful death and greed...decreased longer and longer....One of these woman had eyes so red and burnished, her chaotic smile and looks..sent many to ravenous lunacy....with kindly words of course...a mouth that lies, shall inherit a soft kiss from only one man, who will come to watch and to understand, that the thorny points of oneís crown, poke the air to disturb tranquillity.

as one creature lives...another dies....life is no book, were pages are burnt and torn, a library with mythical minds, will embrace the most untruthful hearts...which lie in the hands of one creature......never you mind!....This creatureís tongue can tear a heart out and bite it, without you even knowing......

A fountain, that glows amongst marble figures of giraffes, let the most innocent children play here, for protections glow watches over thee. The little ones at the fountain, in the small courtyard where windows of youth, reflect faces of old, where rebirth of death, only the crowned toad on the ancient rock, on the treasure chest, in a hope for life, on a wish for death, and a wish for happiness, shall be judged by the frog of fear, both shall hop upon the queens head, on her crown and whisper unto thy bleeding ears, words that control tongues, and other lost worlds..for they do not know this..nor should they..silver coins and unjust happiness shall join us...as six powerful queens shall gather around a bleeding rock and listen to the wise old toad speak, sheath thy call, stay thy be, my path is set, it shall be done

Goldfish swam in the fountain, with cute little faces, and happiness embraces for the young children play and laugh amongst these fat goldfish. A watchful sentry in marble above, of unfound love. This marble statue also stood near other statues of glory, but they are broken, and children play amongst shattered faces, once only once a night, in a month, when the moon shines upon twisted oaks to guard thy sun, a distant voice sounds, however distant voices are never heard, for whom upon mysteryís stone altar dares to echo this voice amongst hurt statues, and moonlight glows upon sleeping water and fountain.

A lonely woman sits and cries before one of the broken statues....as cold wind brushes upon her spine, through her long hair, as warm tears fall from her endearing face onto her hands.....her empty heart falls and sinks into nothingness, one night, in a month, a woman cries....her crown sighs, for love never dies.....tearful eyes have lied, for her body has died, shattered memories ride, for he comes, for he dosenít, these words shall be touched, by two lovers, whom only they will understand....this queen will stop!....words never to be written about others...for untouched words must only keep on crying.....nothing can be done...!!!

Cold wind upon greyish fields, dark twisting roads upon black rivers, limp grass, and sad crying mountains, sad leaves of sad trees, this place if lonliness, broken feelings wonder, lonely minds ponder, books of happiness with rotting pages in empty cages, sit on rocks, where there is no sound, no light, no darkness, no right...but whom that passes this land of nothing, will be trapped forever by something, the creatures that live here sleep and cry, here everything cries, the moon, the stars, even tears themselves, the trees sleep at night, with emotions they fight, sadness and emptiness within, deep at night, poets pages and verses fly through the air...falling to the ground from a soft chilling breeze, no one knows where they come from or where they go, books of love shall close, torn pages wet with fears from no longer living people....from shattered souls..they sway in the breeze, falling above small ponds of tears ....they fall to the sad crying ground..trapped by oppression....forever.

And all the memories shall enthrall me...the darkness of someones eyes will take my hand and feel my skin, thus this darkness will touch my hair, kiss my lips, and only then will misery from a friends path beg at my knees. Queens that frown and kiss their servants only to remember the memory of dead knights.

Fragile feelings, that break unto cruel words..lifeless writing in my pocket, holding pieces of puzzles that keep us apart, as my hand begs in vain to reach thy friend, a distant voice calls...but loud words fall upon deaf ears....would this then cause brave warriors...to fall off flying horses....never. All the jewels shall vanish from the Kings crown, for he listens with deaf ears..and will see with blind eyes. Many lives he has claimed and ended...not by war, famine, tyranny, or rule, but only with the utterance of a single word to someone, who on hearing this plunged forth into a cold river from a tower, with an arrow in her chest, no one will ever know this word, this utterance, never to be revealed, this king will regret the death she met, and on the throne of rancid thought he will sit and wait. His smile of hate, a glass heart be held, a womans it fell, breaking into a thousand pieces upon a waterfall, a scream echoed through every doorway....and tears fell from the kings eyes.....for he was dead!!......