-TO ETERNITY-Your song is the wind that rushes and your book is our own life,
Your beauty is the joy we see and guidance is your light.
Your breath is breath for our own lungs and we are here for you,
Exist we do for we now owe each day each night to you.
Time weaves now your very clothes the ages comb your sorrow,
Eternal you are and thus you flow and we shall try to follow.
Like threads the moments pass and go each one it spreads about,
Each moment creates eternity and you are there no doubt.
Your beauty lies within the sun and from it comes your light,
To remind us of our truer way to seek for you in night.
The stars are lit like candle flames and dance beside the moon,
They sing and keep on as they do for sun will rise up soon.
The joy we feel is that of yours and in the stars we gaze,
To hear your voice to sing to us to teach us of your ways.
With your breath we roam the lands and claim what's ours by right,
Forgive us please for we can't see through all our blurry sight.
For every step we cho
-FINDING THEE-I swear of it I saw her face,
Long before the great divide.
I swear of it I saw her eyes,
Long before the demon stride.
Of lips pearl red and hair like silk,
She came with me along my side.
And hand in hand we held until,
The stars would fall and sun would rise.
Ethereal touch that heals the dead,
With voice that calms the grim.
A heart of gold that loves the sun,
Through a past of peril and sin.
I thought I saw her as of old,
Through shadows in a dream.
For now I wake I cannot see,
But past her shadowed grin.
Where is the smile that was of old,
The gentle kiss you gave.
The simple touch of which I long,
Before I met my grave.
The promise you made now broken seems,
Yet still for you I search and pray,
For one more chance to say to thee,
Of everything I saw and made.
Empty now is the shell of thee,
But mine no more has left and gone.
Deer precious bride forgive me now,
For two are mends to make a wrong.
And though your soul may seem too far,
I swear I'll tend your wounds to rights.
-NEW BIRTH-The shadow crumbles as of old,
My debt I have repaid,
For now my doom I see,
Is the very doom I made.
From death I'll bring the life I lost,
From birth the death I'll take,
And onwards we shall march along,
The sleepers we shall wake.
Anew shall be the lores of old,
Rebuilt the Temple of Man,
And with foundation and with song,
We'll feed the hungry land.
From pain we find our wisdom,
And from patience we find duty,
With understanding to remain awake,
Live with our love all truly.
Seek not to lies from here on forth,
Our past is that of sorrow,
Let's take from it what good we can,
And build a bright tomorrow.
-WHAT DO YOU FEEL?-What do you feel my fellow friend,
Never more precious before your eyes,
Silver is the silk that runs her hand,
Smooth is the skin on which it lies.
And smother still the breath that fills,
Her lungs with air, your heart with thrills.
Tell me old friend or foe you be,
Before your eyes what do you see?
How do you feel my fellow kin,
Golden jewels before your reach,
Pearl blue eyes to fill your sin,
And wine and ale for poor and rich.
How many souls do her curves flatter,
How many men or does it not matter.
Say now quick and think more not,
Is the silk more smooth or her skin more hot.
What do you feel when she's in your sight,
Does she light up the room,
Or is the room her light.
Tell me old friend now what burns you more,
The men she has seen,
Or that she's not your own.
-A FLEE FROM LIGHT-Her face of fear knows not to love but only that of shade,
She wears the mask of tremor now to hide her former way,
She lurks in shadowed corners of the earth,
The wind turns tail and leaves,
None shall cross her bosoms nest,
As she turns pale and flees.
She is but cornered in her thoughts bewildered by the strange,
That burning deep within her sting that calls to her not pain,
It is but soothing now she thinks,
Trying to place her mind,
To understand of all that is,
But dear she is but blind.
Challenged by the fate of pasts that dwelled far from beyond,
She looks at last past her own nose and sees the light of dawn,
But dear of mine she cannot speak,
Of words her tongue knows not,
To soothe the heart of those she meets,
And pain she gives, of all she's got.
So blind within she is with hot and gaping fiery chasms,
Her heart in void now searching still in painful tearful spasms,
She came and faced the truth she did,
And crumbled from her throne,
Her darkness broke and in it shone,
-ONE LAST TIME-Of journeys past now I remember of when and how I told,
Worshiped few the many gods that of new and that of old,
Passed through gates of flame and ice walking all alone,
Again and yet again till I could stand not on my own,
My sweat it ran and deep the wounds,
Of blade and kiss alike,
They bled my loins and heart, my throat,
It coughed more often that of blood.
I crossed the lands with sword in hand and shield a mount my back,
I crossed the seas as pirate seer and commander white in black,
I've led the many Cross in hand and blessed with leaves of Gods,
I've preached in deeps and catacombs and led the poor to lords.
Of deserts but how I have seen and none do I recall,
I shoulder thoughts of memory that seem now damp and cold.
To find one truth have I but searched and now right here I lay,
To rest few moments to pass me by so I can start my way.
I've searched in meadows those with harts and into spring's dear dawn,
And met but less of my reflection for all I saw was gone.
I searched nea
-NO SHADOWS NEAR-Burning brightly withering blade of golden crest and hilt,
The sorrow hills looked dim bellow at all the lights so still,
Even so then sharply till the burrow drips with joy,
I walked and marched a hundred leagues to hear a call so void.
And screaming in the shadows press forth they all did go,
To look beyond the banners held that swang here to and fro.
They did not clench their shield no more than all their fears within,
No tale could hide nor rise them high and fade away their dim.
So pure it felt their destiny onto they took with pride,
Alas for all the mourning brides, left to scream behind.
I will not fail your king in me nor tread I will away,
Your path is clear yet shadows lurk behind the starry way,
No sun is seen for long and now so few they do believe,
They march with me with hindered faith to reach the battles eve.
I did not call for your dear light to clear the clouds just yet,
I cannot give them victory before the wave has set.
And though they march so near they are they s
-THE LAST STAND-The sun shone by his side along,
Each moment that he rode,
And wind it was that breezed him fair,
Wherever that he strode.
The ticking of the galloping,
It quickened and it paused,
A general of his own command,
He was before he rose.
Armies followed to his will,
And slaughtered rich and poor,
To cleanse the lands of all the ill,
The damp and sick impure.
Though hunger struck the hearts of men,
And mortals as they where,
They sought to fill their starving gap,
With nought but simple air.
He crossed across from seas and lands,
The mountains that he passed,
Each obstacle was but a test,
Of might within his grasp.
Took to lands beyond unknown,
To close the gates of hell,
But evil does as evil knows,
He rested once was there.
The earth tore to his flesh and bone,
Swallowing his pride,
The many armies fought and wept,
In shadows left behind.
But hindered not the king went on,
Forth to underworlds,
And there the battle just began,
For a conquest of himself.
He passed through burning scorching
-TILL LONE AGAIN I BE-The shadows creep from wall to wall,
They whisper, sometimes sing,
They lurk and leap about like ill,
Dismissed forgotten things.
But yet if one shall listen well,
They'll hear beyond their call,
And in the doom of silent shades,
May find a piece of love.
The shadows tell of lonely tales,
They humbly chant, recall,
Seemingly there for one lone heart,
That seeks, the truth of love.
The lonesome one alone is not,
For more than shadows dance about,
Many thoughts they pierce and sting,
The ones own soul beyond and out.
Trying to rearrange,
The whats, the whys and hows,
This lonely soul spends hours of time,
Bleeding the pen till now.
For one may seek to silent thoughts,
And hear the pen to scribble,
Here and there and crossing words,
Till all the thoughts un-riddle.
Afraid is not of loneliness,
It hurts, indeed so much,
And empty scars remain in loins,
Where once it burned so much,
A whole so deep is dug in chest,
Where heart would once endure,
Now left alone to hurt and gasp,