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The Nightmare.Drifting, snowflakes dancing through skies of the deepest lapis,
Coating all in a blanket of pristine beauty, all in a coat of beautiful light.
All is silent, all is calm, Nary a thing is stirring, not even the mouse.
Feeling so small against in the dark, deaf to everything around me... shrunk down to the smallest being amid the repression,
My footsteps echo against slick pavement,
tip.. tap.. crunch goes the sheet of brittled ice..
A lagged body of weary disposition, why am i out this night?
The cheery lights grin out from the faces of the people,
Hues of reds and whites, greens and blues,
Joy of all ringing in songs of heralding crescendo
Happiness circled round the songs of neverending hope.
So tired, yet i have to push myself onward... wait. Who's there? Tell me, i know you're there.
Now. Now. Let me see, i know you're there. The streetlights bathe my figure, keeping me safe in the fading light.
Come out. You don't scare me (at least i hope you think you don't), step into
Letter to a Love.Love. Aye Love, the light that shines on you and I together,
Doth my heart beat for you and you alone?
A feverous ill, condemning us both to the deepest realms of love and back again,
Is our judgment ruled by this mind ensnaring ailment?
Didst mine arms not embrace you,
With all the love I have to give?
The tender gazes cast your way, mine eyes did weave a magic spell o their own,
My hips did sway, a dance to their own, enticing yours to take the lead, have fun, come on join in,
Yet, in all the musicale we create together,
Crescendo and de,
That softly shining light of love, sometimes hidden amongst the petals of passion shines through
A star amongst the forgotten petals of our blooms.
Doest my heart bleed warmth for yours? You ask does that same heat bleed from my loins, girded lightly with innocence?
The warmth, molten honey trickling over porcelain skin, sweetest stains of sensual bliss,
Liquid heat bleeds forth from the center of my flesh, burning away
Untitled.Thunder drums to the beat of our hearts, and the rains make slick our way
Oer field and hill, mountain and plain, our journey neer ends,
War chants echo hollow in the ears of men, deaf to all save our own
Yet our own are gone, gone, gone to the four corners of Midgard.
Tyrs voice rings true in our hearts,
Our people from the kingdom, march forth to places known not to man,
Brother with brother, the call to arms hath reigned from skies above
Billowing through winters chilled dawn skies, carried by the chariot of Dagur
Golden hues proclaim the dawning of a glorious age,
Yet the winds of mischief tell of Lokis trickery, singing to those who care to listen,
Take heed fair brothers, listen to the songs from the North.
Will the wanderers hear the call?
Will our brothers take up arms once more?
The voices of our past go unheeded in the eyes of younglings,
Voices of our futures uncertain ringing true to their ears alone
Fenris wisdom guides our journey oer t
Upon Dawn Till Dusk.Today, I watched the sunrise, clearing the tops of the snow-encrusted trees,
Rays of warmth shattering the blanket of cold that had descended upon us all,
A glittering myriad of opal, shot hazy streaks of jaded heat
I stood and let myself drift, thinking of you in the soft dawn light,
Taken back to the moments we share, peaceful and calming.
Reflecting lights, bounced to and fro off the early mornings snow,
Entranced, my eyes staring off into the dawns soft lights,
Unseeing, yet your face hovered before mine, close enough to touch,
Yet a million miles away;
I reached out, tempted beyond belief to sink into your arms,
And remembered it was only my heart, playing cruel jokes upon me,
Melodies of heaven flowing around us, I stood alone, silent in the chilled air,
And you were there.
When the sun had reached its zenith, and the bell rang to call this one home,
Over the ice and throw the snows I did wander, home to my love at last;
Tumbling head over heels farther into your arms
Bleed it Out.Take Whats Mine.Rip it out, gotta get rid of it,
Black hole, no dark, no uncertainty, no light,
Gotta get it out, gotta cut it away
Falling farther than ever before,
Unbidden in a flight of pure sorrow,
Claimed we had trust, thought it was, but wasnt,
Screaming words of bitter hatred,
Launched without cause, just another remark from your mouth
Pull it out, I dare you,
Just reach in, grab and squeeze,
Tisnt like I was using it anyways, why bother having it?
I hate you, yet you gave me life so shouldnt I be glad?
Why must you poison me with words picked lovingly from your collection of poisons,
Why, why, why? Arent you supposed to be the one I look to?
Yelling back, just because, dignity I guess, followed by the need for defense,
Yet, as one of your own, shouldnt you just let it be?
Didnt I dare you? Well didnt I?
You took what you couldnt have, blackened beyond repair,
Now how am I going to say those three words to him?
I yelled for you to leave me alone,
Lovers Fated Dance.Steps across a floor of fate, our eyes connected, bounced away
Soft smiles of excited anticipation, the dance hath hardly begun,
Wait for the music, sweet agony, oh the wait.
Hands entwined; you the night and I alone, we never sleep, theres still so much to do
Together for another chord, the band begins to play
Haunting notes weaving threads of romance, drifting heavily around us
Carried on wings of heavens light, floating on stars who shine in the skies above,
We move together up and down; carried on wings of insatiable love.
Roguish charms, bestowed giggles of innocent delight,
Mixed tender caresses and butterfly kisses
The music begun, the night anew,
A dance of old, a time for few;
Fingers trace patterns of life, across a sea of soft silken strength,
Whilst lips bestow a myriad of love upon your moonlit skin
We dance upon a sea of jaded silk,
Those words of forever we whispered throughout the night,
Mingled with sweet song our voices fashioned,
Voyage of Ancestral.A journey, a voyage of ancestral descent,
The travel for the land of wonders,
The land of the lost, the land of no return.
Our boats call the gods to us,
Beseeching them for Fands good grace,
As the seas threaten to give and to take.
Our dragonheads proclaim our power,
The foreign peoples know our call,
The call of the gods; powerful, commanding, and merciless.
Our people dont know mercy,
Nor do we know shame;
But our fighting hearts will go on,
Lighting the beacon for our brethren to come,
Providing them the tales of our ancient warriors.
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