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| *A KNIGHT'S VOW*
Love is a strong bond.
Binding us together even in death.
I promised to never love another.
Your memery haunts me.
Sometimes I feel you'ss walk in the door.
People tell me to move on.
But still I linger.
I see you in anothers eyes.
And the temptation is there,
to relive your love with another.
But I vow to stay true,
to always love you.
A knight keeps his vow.
The bond is still strong,
tying our hearts together.
Someday the pain will end.
Some day I'll see you again.
I promis to never love another,
Or to relive your love with another,
I feel your spirt near.
Oh, sweet hauntings,
Sweet hauntings of the heart....
*FLOKEN'S THOUGHTS*
Pain....
I caused the pain....
Betral....
I betrayed a brother....
Mistrust....
I caused that seed to be planted....
Bitterness....
It grows in his heart because of me....
Forgivness....
Will he forgive me....
Love....
Find it in his heart to love a fallen brother....
Hope....
Do I dare utter the word....
Dreams....
All of mine are dead, maybe his can be saved....
Trust....
More that I can hope to recieve, after all I killed his people....
My people....
Death....
It's coming soon, my will to live died with them....
Peace....
Only if I can find redemtion for my many sins...If he can forgive me....
*ETERNITY*
Oh, so sad,
oh, so rayal.
A puple tear falls....
Then stops....
Frozen for eternity.
As if to say....
My heart is always crying...
for eternity....
Wings of black,
Speak of death creping up silently...
A reminder of dreams lost....
Loves lost....
A fallen Angel....
For Eternity....
*FINALLY FREE*
Who is that standing,
At deaths dark door?
Who's life was given...
For another...
For the greater good....
Who's voice will
Sing no more?
WHo's life hsa faded away?
Into the distant sunset?
In the distants
I can see black wings spread...
Someone is flying towards
Death's door
His shoulders are weighted
with many burdens.
None of which will
Matter beyond that door
Did you know ,dark winged angel
That your earthly cares would
Matter so little?
Maybe though...
In your case...
Death was a freedom
Coming on Velvet wings
At deaths door
The weights of saddnes
And pain fall away.
And you seem
To be...
Finally...Free PEACE*
Death comes on swiftwings for those who
wait in darkend shadows.
Tears fall from silent eyes
Years spent wiching for
what could have been.
Fate can be changed
with one choise.
Whole lives tuned
upside dowm by a word
And you spend allyour time in what might
have beens.
But in one action
all is aet to right
Forgivness is yours.
Peace in rest...
Peace at last...
*BROTHER*
I am searching
in the dark
for what...
I do not know...
For some dream?
An idea future?
A fate better that
that of my own
I am searching
in the blood stained past
for a face
That I held dear
If I hold it close enough
Maybe I can use the love
radating through his eyes as
A light
A guide
By which to return to him.
In the begining I did id all for him...
Now I'm not sure
But if I can just find away
back to you
I'll say the words that press
against my lips
I love you...
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How can this be?
How can I be her?
Fire and Ice.
Passion and Hate.
Love and Trust.
To die by fire
would surfice some one
made of ice.
And to die by ice
one made of fire.
Why must I die by lips of ice?
Why must I be her?
Iwould rather keep my fire.
Sweet, Hot, Unholy, Fire....
*THE GAME*
War is your game,
will you ever find peace?
Do you even want peace?
Your first love is fire...
Sweet desire, to burn...
your fear away...
To kill is your nature,
To destroy, to drive...
Your pain away.
Will you ever find peace?
Do you even know what that word means?
Will your tormented soul find rest?
Do you even desire what you have never had?
Peace?
War is your game,
and you play it well.
But in life all games have to end.
What will you do when there is no one left to play?
Peace, peace?
What is peace?
Rest for your soul?
How dose a soul rest?
Do you have a soul?
Yes, you must.
Because how else do you fell this pain?
Peace....
Do you want...Peace?
* BED HOT FIRE*
Red...
Hot...Fire...
Death...Desire...Blood
A sination of a longing
So forien at first but sweet...
Red...
Hot...Fire...
Death...Desire...Blood
A impatient anticipation
To be killed or to kill
Red...The Color
Of Hot...Fire
Death...The Desire...For Blood
A timless need
To inflicked harm
To hear another scream
It Red is the Color
Of Hot Burning Fire
Then Death is the Desire for Blood
A sination...
Impatient Anticipation
Timless need...
TO KILL
*FLICKER*
Carkness with out light
like the last raise of hope
buring out beyond lifes grasp
In the darkness nothing moves
You fell alone
Then a red flame begins
to flicker there
In your Darkness
It did not give you hope
But it gave you light
to see by
You will never be the same
whispers the Flame
as it creeps ever closer to
your soul
At first you
Were afrid of the Unholy Flame
But it held such warmth
Slowly you took the Flame in
Till it shone kike fire in your eyes
Your change was complete now
The FLame burns brightly in your soul
The desire to kill reflecks in your eyes
And the Flame...
That unholy light
Whispers a lauggh into your ear...
You'll never be free of me now..not till eternity.... |
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| *MERLE'S VOW*
He loves me!
He loves her not!!
He loves me!
HE loves her not!!
I vow to stay true,
to always love you.
And when she is gone,
I'll be right here.
To help you rebuild your dream.
For I can do the one thing,
she could not do.
I can stay by your side.
Till we are old and gray,
Till your dreams becomes,
Reality....
Always....
Forever....
I will love you! *MILLERNA'S POEM*
Rarely does a day go by,
That I don't think Of him.
He loved my sister,
Untill death,
He remains true to her.
I loved him with all my heart
'Tis true.
But now I must move on,
To the future bright,
But faded some with sadness.
I do not think I'll love again.
But maybe I can forget,
His eyes....
His hair....
The way he looked when
He thought of her.
My sister.
I can not hate her,
For she is dead.
Rarly does a day go by,
That I don't call his name.
Just to talk.
Or to hear his voice.
I know he'll never love me.
The way he loved her.
But I can't hate him,
Because his love is dead.
Rarely does a night go by,
That I don't dream of him.
His blue eyes burning with desire.
But not for me.
Never for me.
But for her.
I can't hate them both,
Their love lasted beyond death.
Rarely does a day go by,
That I curse myself for loving him.
I have all I need now,
I want turn back to look at him.
And some day I'll say.
Rarely does a day go by,
That I think of him now....
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