-OCEANS OF TEARS-Hush little child,
Your eyes they bleed.
From tears of joy and pain they see,
Beyond the days past memory.
Hush my child now can't you hear,
Winds they call to you and me.
And every day you pass I call for thee,
To set the night alight and follow thee,
So I can serve again protecting thee,
Your steps they take you by.
Hush my little babe your eyes they shed,
A million tears and one they bled,
And now that I have seen your heart,
Hush my child,
Just you are.
I cannot tell of days to come,
I cannot see past moon and sun,
They seem to circle to and fro,
What journeys behold,
Only they can know.
I try to open up your eyes,
And through your desperate cries,
I try to sing,
And soothe you ears to be.
More sleepless nights I wait and call,
To wake you from your slumber in which so odd,
You've seemed to fall and pleased to you seem,
To blur your eyes so painfully.
The oceans hold our memories,
Beyond lie lands that few have seen,
Let go of pity and your self don't blame
-ADVENT OF THE ONE-Over darkles skies, yet yielding to blue;
clouds of white, reaching mountains dew.
Starless night, of what day will be soon;
fiery battle over sun and moon.
Of bluffs to cross, yet forests to see;
valleys past the great dark sea.
Unknown wastes, afar and astray;
abroad on a journey, to new skies far away.
A wary blade, a silver sword;
treasures and jewels and thirsty young broads.
Thou shall lay humble, thou say no word;
a wary blade, a silver sword.
Clad in great armours, of adamant and steel;
in a burning hot furnace, forge demons to real.
In the hearth of fire, a legend foregone;
for remnants of soldiers that wont stay for long.
Swift as the high winds, low as a snake;
through tremors end, of all good and hate.
A shadow of light, shall come alas;
brightly will burn every last plains of grass.
Pity on souls, for time is here;
of great lords to come in the greatest yet fear.
Shed all your dreams, yet never a tear;
pity on souls, for time is here.
As a storm he'll ride throu
-THE SCARS OF BATTLE-Oh mighty axe
and thy mistress blade;
bring me light,
were shadows fade.
Oh sharpened spears
and bolts so narrow;
aid me strong,
to the evil hearts burrow.
Oh mage and warrior
tall and grim;
all shall end,
were I begin.
Oh such tiring journeys,
my limbs still sore;
let me reach,
to what I adore.
With all my strength
and all my vastness;
send the undead
back into darkness.
My blows to scar,
even the night;
power to shine,
on my path all bright.
-THE ROUSING-Catastrophes and fires burnt,
The skies where torn to two,
Tides from seas they washed the shores,
For hundred meters tall.
Heavy winds and tempests,
Grazed the lands with fierce,
And earthquakes rumbled to and fro,
Ripping lands to threes.
The sky let loose the flaming rain,
Which burnt the scant and ill,
The feeble hid in shame although,
The tides came washed them clear.
Those where few that roamed the land,
But crazed they seemed and lost,
Entire lands they rose anew,
And others sank at most.
Legions of the dark lord came,
Crushing down like waves,
To fight the few the warriors,
All those who none had names.
Fear not they said with brave,
Courageous laughs and bellows,
They washed and waxed their weary blades,
And stood front all their horrors.
None shall pass where we now stand,
They called courageously,
Their faith so strong that evil shook,
And trembled in its fear.
The darkness though hindered not,
Yet darkened ever more,
The legend's war was waged at last,
And few survived the
-WRAPPED IN WINGS-Her face with joy lit desperately,
Her eyes a blue of sky and sea,
Fingertips so long and slim,
A gratitude so strong but thin.
A shy gaze she gave at me,
And shivered in her thoughts,
If only she'd let my touch to be,
To free her of her thoughts.
My lips would kiss her blissfully,
Yet skins don't touch of hers and me,
My arms around her tenderly,
Hold her but bodies apart and free.
A love so deep that hearts now beat,
Although apart they beat as one,
Her grace so smooth her face so sweet,
And all her joy as bright as sun.
She has the soul creators have,
Her fingers string a sound of love,
Her lips with taste of fruit and wine,
And strong she is but shy she's mine.
I hold to her and dear I hold,
I tell of emptiness before her face,
She sings to me of loves so old,
One in the other through time and space.
Wrapped within our arms in warmth,
One in the other like angels do,
Her heart beats now with mine as one,
And feelings pure make love endure.
A love so deep the sky rains tears,
-WHERE IS THE LIGHT THAT WAS?-Where is the smile of truth that was before?
Where is their light, I can't see it anymore.
Nought but shadows for they hide themselves.
Can't let go and truly live until they are hurt.
Will they perhaps but change when tears are shed?
Will they at last learn to live true once they have bled?
When will I see the love that was kindled at first,
Sparkle once again?
When will their eyes shine the light that was,
When will they understand?
-THE FALL OF CHAOS-Sprung from the hills of plane and stone
Giants of the mountains,
I see there in the meadows low
Hosts of many thousands.
Sprung from the woods of ageing spring
Below the mounds of snow,
I see beyond the river falls
Elvin banners unfold.
Sprung from the tides of heavy seas
Roaring boats of thunder,
I see them come to join with arms
Sending foes asunder.
Heroes and demons battle on
Far north south and east and west,
The planes will scorch from fire and burn
Until the night has set.
I see of light and deeds reborn
Within the newborn sun,
The time has come for smiths to forge
A thousand swords and one.
Let fall from chaos all the doom
As never of before,
For now I see past fear and doubt
That every shadow falls.
-MERRY BE-Merry be, the swift and slow, the gentle breeze of whistling trees, the gentle brush of leaves,
Merry be, the fair and white, the clad in robes those lined in gold, those that where of old,
Merry be, the sword of blade, smithed by legends that of past, a cut so sharp till now it last,
Merry be, the wives of men, their hearts so sweet they wait in awe, for husbands to come from deeds of war,
Merry be, the venturers, searching seeking to and fro, for treasures and truths to which they go,
Merry be, the finest breeze, on seas it calls and may near it bring, the voice of mermaids long to sing,
Merry be, the weary road, upon on which the many go, and many more will come to pass, merry be their way at last.
-THERE LO-There lo do I see of the shadows,
Passing and swimming the tides of the sea.
There far how I know of the meadows,
Waiting to be found from eyes that wont see.
And though how I know of all the sorrow,
A tune that is deaf to ears that wont hear.
There lo how I see of the peril,
The mounts of the dead now covered by sea.
Deep from the heart of mortals and gods,
One song will play both from paupers and lords.
There lo do I see of sparrows,
Drifting and swiftly crossing the land.
There lo the song of the barrows,
Never to hear yet always I'll know.
And though my eyes are now but blinded,
I can see farther and clearer ashore.
Past the skies and farther than others,
Beyond that call from within every soul.
Deep from the heart of mortals and gods,
One song will play both from sparrows and trolls.
There lo can't you hear of the waters,
The waves of tides crushing the shore.
Far below where darkness now falters,
I've thrown my doubts all those of old.
Need not my friend and my deer brother,