The battle fields lay empty,
The corpses all gone.
A single rose which marks the place,
Of a once live soldier,
now dead in some unmarked grave.
The roads filled with people,
To mark the celebration,
of the end of a war,
and the beginning anew.
I fight for Freedom,
though I know not what it is.
I fight for the right,
But what I believe is wrong.
How can it be that I am considered a hero,
When by most I am a hunted man?
Eternity is a curse in disguise,
where love is had and lost,
with nothing there to prize.
The flame burns there inside,
but nothing left but pride.
In the end only a hollow shell remains.
The darkness creeps like a bandit,
stealing away the light.
Where hope and purity was,
the decay of coruption begins.
Now even the brave fear the dark,
and the weak are petrified.
What is the meaning of life?
the answer lies within.
Look at ones innerself,
seek but never find.
Only when the time of last breath,
will the answer become clear.
My battle is over,
But no home remains.
The war is over,
all that's left is pain.
The crys of the wounded,
outweigh the cry of the free.
And when all was won,
even more lost.
Fire burns in the soul,
ice reaches the heart.
He is not touched,
by love or hate.
He is just a fighter,
His job well planned,
To fight and die,
or fight and win then fight again.
I desire that gentle touch,
I hope for it all the same.
when I hold you in my arms,
my life is so complete,
but when you walked away from me,
my life was not so sweet.
Now i stand on my own two feet,
brave against the wind,
I will stay proud,
and look beyond,
the time with you.
Time is the enemy,
it creeps away from you like a coward,
so hard to catch,
but impossible to avoid.
It steals your breath, strength,
and then leaves you weak.
No one can beat time,
until they can overcome the weakness,
and think of time as a friend.
I am the night,
and I watch,
for the passing of light and dark,
good and evil,
life and death.
I have seen it all,
and much more,
for I am a watcher,
Nothing More.
Like a light I guide you across,
the empty reaches of time.
What lies ahead,
only the heavens and hells know.
Searing into the heart,
is a burning desire,
for what only another can give.
What the desire truly be,
is an answer that will take time,
to answer.
Draw a sword,
the march to war,
rings in the streets.
The calls of the willing,
become the crys of the dying.
A word can save,
but it must be heard.
Do not shout it,
for it belongs to you,
not the world.
Hold it close,
never let it go.
Bring it with you,
When time stops to flow.
Warnings unheeded upon the seas of time,
are the true bad omens of men by and by.
heed thy every warning,
take it to heart.
For if the prediction be true,
will ye be prepared?
Where has all of our lives gone?
when we fell asleep?
We let it slip away,
to lose that life another day?
Cherish that which is your own,
do not own or control.
let it be with you as equal,
and may time go easy on your soul.
Passing like days are memories,
one ending and a new one beginning.
Never knowing what will be in store to remember,
till those final days of life,
where all that is left is such,
..........Memories...........
Tis lost on a desert wind,
the words of fate.
Tis lost in the ocean,
the words of truth
Tis lost in the forest,
the tone of judgement.
one day mayhap may find what the other has lost.
Tis be the day that love reign over property,
when the fates lead a procession of faith.
In the end only the mountains will stand taller,
For those that wish otherwise hath failed.
Passing is the wind,
breaking is the dawn,
searching far within,
for weapons never drawn.
Never to trust again,
never again to hope,
never again to love,
till time is almost done.
Fate smiles upon the despised,
or lowly and meek,
brave men hold no sway,
in the end when axes meet.
Time let itself flow,
till all is lost or won,
till light and dark have agreed,
that battle is no more.
The flow of the earth moves on,
bringing with it all life,
not giving us a hint,
as to what lies ahead. till we decide to work for oursevles,
make our life our own,
and bring in our own destiny.
and causes all alone.
Mighty as the mountains,
as steady as the tides,
raging like the fires of hell.
Upon the night is an spirit,
watching, waiting,
burning like fire,
but cold and uncaring.
In the end of the beginning there was light,
in the beginning of the end,
there will be dark.
Time passes like the stream of life,
changing, flowing, guiding,
serving it's own purpose for the sake of itself,
not caring and cold to the whims of man.
The warrior is the worlds lonliest man,
he fights for freedom, or justice, or the call of his master,
never a choice of his own.
To his side no woman go,
for death is his calling.
A sword is his companion,
a dagger his friend.
Till the blade that cuts his life,
slowly from his chest.
Darkened is the soul,
enlightened is the mind,
burning with rage,
cold with reason.
Seeking the truth,
but finding insanity and loss,
bringing him closer,
to the darkness of the Knight.
Defined by his scars,
defined by other means,
judged by a jury,
biased in all means.
Burning, burning,
in the place where man no longer roams.
Keeping itself going with rage,
hatred and deceit.
It holds within it's hand the power to bind,
all hope, faith and trust.
Only that which it breaths,
will kill it and save all hopes.
Fear.
Blood of a demon,
spirit of a god.
born devine,
unhindered by law. What his fate holds in store,
no one wants to know,
for his path is of darkness,
and eyes of light.
Undenied is the soul,
unbidden is blooming love.
The distance from order,
brings strangers closer.
When at last the strangers must part,
saddened tears and long farewells,
love gone again for distance remains.
-Dedicated to InterBand 2000 Quadra
Burning eyes of desire,
leaving an aura of power.
In that power a secret,
a guise that cofuses the soul.
what it will in the end become,
fate only knows.
Strike like lightning,
against the foes who battle you.
Shine like a star,
before the darkness of evil.
Burn like fire,
and scorch away pain within ye own heart.
Unphased by a touch,
uncaring in the tone.
Damned by silence,
cursed from the beginning.
Melt that stone around,
the mask in place,
open and free,
To live life true.
Driven by wings of steel,
blades of light and death,
only death from them come.
Fear is the only feeling,
when they rear their heads.
Rise from the mists,
the end near.
A flicker of pain,
a stab of doubt,
a shattered hope,
broken trust,
All lead to one,
a single one who destroys everything,
Death.
What can you do,
when all that is left is death?
Where can you turn for help?
Look towards the darkness,
the shadows of the world,
there you will find me,
I am the peacemaker,
the hand of justice,
Death does not have you now.
Bones crack and skin is rent,
When wills collide and meet.
Screams and shouts, curses and pains,
Rain upon each other.
In the end, with heavy breaths,
they wait to fight again.
Steady the march of feet,
Towards the battle they chant.
What lies ahead is unkown.
New widows and old enemies,
new scars and shattered lives,
All a part of war that no one sees,
Until the bodies are buried.
A light is in the window,
flickering and wavering,
but glowing ever still.
Watch it in the distance,
guide you to you hill.
Make a message to the world,
while the light is shinning bright,
for if it wavers to much,
to night you will be filled.
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