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-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,
-HE JOURNEYS ON-He journeys on through dusk to dawn and leaves behind all those,
Who never saw of what they sought and look forth to a close.
The many paths he's crossed at last to come before the now,
The endless streaming timeless point of all that's in and out.
He was once born to ancient lands to heirlooms and the poor,
In constellations far and wide he crossed of old and new.
To journey now once more again to a planet on the edge,
But love it seems has touched in him and he seeks forth to a pledge.
His every second but a step he journeys on and on,
Beyond the fields of grass and sand before the night is gone.
The chimneys of the many holds that caged his house within,
Now rise with smoke from burned out flames of all that was herein.
And every second every step the journey carries forth,
The wanderer asleep no more sees all he done before.
It is but all so clear at once he leaves himself to flow,
In truth he binds his will and lets the hatreds old to go.
For each and every passing second timeless
-HOW LONG CAN PATIENCE WAIT?-The roads of destiny they lead to where I must begin,
In patience and a clear of mind to find myself within.
The paths of many come and go they cross by me so close,
And lead I do straight forth and on by side of thorn and rose.
A blood drop runs fast by my cheek like rain drops falling down,
I seek to silence my own tongue to hear my heart out loud.
It aches it calls and in the cries it makes of joy and pain,
My mind speaks louder judging me, turning all my deeds to vain.
It takes but long to silence voices running to and fro,
To vanquish demons now within I battle with my soul.
The patience of my sword it grips still tightly on to life,
Thinning with each deadly strike, thinning through the strife.
The hands bleed on and tears shed down the armour clad on me,
To seek for peace and free I seek to live in harmony.
Though dread it seems from youth and dreams has taken me again,
And all the mind it seeks to find for that which heart may ache.
In still the waters of my soul I swim existin
-A JUST BELONGING-Born unto the savages and yet they too are from the best,
The poor the sour the weak and all the rotten rest,
To those that count the seconds of the burning sun,
To those who spend their tales to justify their run.
Them who burden all those who come away from will of God,
That bathe in shade and hardy mud and loose themselves in gold,
To those who cry yet never carry through to any task,
They cannot work but choose to hide behind their very mask.
To those they let me birth my soul ill gotten they all live,
To those with ill and peril toll my trials I must give,
Perhaps my toll is greater yet been born to such dismay,
To an age beset by poverty I find myself to stay.
A sense I long to find and feel,
Of belonging now to someplace here,
A need to lay my humble bones,
Upon the beds of warmer stones.
Where word is little action more,
Where simple roam and simple go,
Where birds will sing the melodies,
Of ancient suns and flourished trees.
A home I seek where love may be,
Where faces smile a
-AN ENDLESS BOND-In the rise of time and the fall of night
In the making of the land,
Where shadows turned from dark to light,
And sea gave birth to sand.
I came to thee and thee to I
And mended in a bond,
That held past myth and legend alike
Beyond the chime of song.
Of friendly deeds and brotherhood
The ages now recall,
I lost thy friend and went alone
Beyond the greatest fall.
I searched for thee beyond and near
Within the great divide,
When chaos swept the lands again
Before the demon stride.
I cursed thy friend for I had lost
More than just a bond,
And now my fall I blame on thee
Seeking that of old.
Tis so thy friend past age and time
I see your face again,
An urge in me creeps deep and burns
To wield my sword in hand.
Until I saw your loving eyes
Tears in joy and pain,
I realise now at last dear friend
You searched for me in vain.
Will has brought us close again
Just like songs of old,
To shine our swords and shields alike
And search the lands for gold.
An endless bond rejoins us now
-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.
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