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Lothlorien
Long
ago the elven race
Lived
among the woodland grace
Their
mystic woods were green and lush
And
magic flowed within this place
Now
the woods are not but sand
From
acts of war brought by man
Their
legend lost within the wind
That
holds the secrets of this land
Through
the wars they had stood tall
But
the greed of man made them fall
Then
the elves forsook this land
And
left the men to grieve it all
Stories
never found the ears
To
tell what happened through the years
The
mystic race could not be found
But
its memory lives within out tears
Is
it too late to give up hope
One
can only dream for harmony and peace
My
serenity exists only in a memory of a dead culture
Can
hate beat hate and make death subside
For
too long have we attacked those who attacked us
A
riddle with no answers
So
many questions we have asked
Should
we fight to defend our freedoms
The
concept, a simple question
But
when does the pain stop?
WHITE
HORSE
A
white horse wandered through the field
It’s
beauty past a golden yield
Its
hooves beat soft against the ground
Being
this the only sound
The
white horse glanced up to the moon
And
knew it would fade all to soon
Its
mystic rays, the only light
The
last remains of the dying night
As
the sun rose it left to hide
until
the day would soon subside
after
the day is all but gone
it
continues then to wander on
when
the moon shine on the ground
and
its hoof beats make the only sound
LOVE
Have
you ever been skydiving?
Ever
taken the plunge?
That
is the feeling of love
Free
falling, flipping endlessly
World
spinning wildly, which way is up?
Heartbeat
rises, you pull your chord
Cords
snaps, broke your heart
Sadly
you fall with your broken heart
Too
bad love doesn’t come with a warrantee
DEATH
Taker
of lives lost
King
of death, thinks he’s mighty
But
I wont give in
ALL
TOO SOON
All
along the shore, water reflects the evening moon
Only
all to soon
It’s
half past six, the day’s already long gone
All too soon the sun subsides, reaching beyond my pleading hold
Then
becomes an icy cold
Lonely
stare, it glances at my soul
For
too much time is wasted in the night
My
years pass by before me in flight
Only
all too soon
TIME
TO PAY THE TOLE
The
reaper’s on your back
His
icy hands are as black as coal
All
bets called, time to show your
cards
To
late to change, time to pay the toll
Who
will decide the fates?
Will
you ever gaze on those pearly gates?
Who
can save your soul?
Not
I my friend, time to pay the toll