What Lasts BeyondI'm never quite certain where to go from there To live a life in freedom?What Lasts Beyond
Or leave it in despair To rise on wings of molten sun and weave into the sky Or listen to the angry wind rise against it's weaker try
I'm always at a loss here, wand'ring far from life Always cowering and dying and leaving all to me
To live this idiocracy That I call death and life and inbetween
It mocks and calls from in the deep The deeper stirs and strives and weeps It's in your touch This thing called love Called love for all the right reasons wrongly made
Wron
Wings of WaxI saw you wandering Cowering in darkness Far beyond the cold Fear glanced off your soul But slowly then sunk in As terror seized your heart And chill seeps ever nearerWings of Wax
Nightmarish figures
Draw away your hope
This I saw and still am haunted I call still louder, louder yet But my words fell deaf in fear
Deep in darkest blackness I saw your soul collide I gazed upon your spirit Broken, wounded, grave Fatal scars that pulse and throb And burn upon my flesh As I recall my death
Death in life and blood ran c
EidolonOut on the Bandit's Mountain Beyond the Summer's breeze Out where the moon is hiding Where Winter's whirlwinds freezeEidolon
There at the top of a tower Slick with sleet and snow Stands the pale wolf Phantom His eyes shine bright with woe
“Step back from ghostly tower, And the Horror that waits within. Step back and go to summer, And never, never come in”
Ashen fur washed ivory Beneath the icy fall His voice seems but a whisper But try to mark his call
The seekers battle Winter No if or why or when This, the wolf's
The World and the WoodThere was a road that I once traveled in younger, grander days. It passed through cities and crossed through towns, tripping over bridges and rolling over hills. Throughout the world it went along, never ending, never failing. Every turn and every rise my feet would always follow, my life long journey along a lonely track. It was mine alone to wend my way, and only I would see it's end.The World and the Wood
Then one day I was brought to a small and wary town. Walking through the quiet streets I saw not a single soul, and the houses lay dark and silent. There was fear hanging in the air, a trembling whisper that seemed to emanate from every open windo
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"Et le ver rongera ta peau comme un remords"
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BROOKS WAS HEREso was Red
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flies spread disease, keep yours zipped!
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