Affair In DreamsMost night, every shadow comes crawling out of the corners of my mindI find a funny sight, bleeding into desire as I witness a dream.A nightmare is reflecting reality that once was.It is warning me of a future that is possible.As years fade into past, I desperately try to convince.North Star is twinkling as I crawl to my unknown destined goal.As years go by, as years go by, you can deny, you can testify. As I hold onto the emptiness inside my bruised heart, the fire in my soul believes in a better future for tomorrow.The sun sets and your ghost becomes something of an ultimate test.As the velvet nights become cold I endure your hollow face alone.You run away when I try to claim my honour.Are you not thinking of me as you once used to?Are you having horrid dreams of me in the blue?As years go by, as years go by, you can deny, you can testify. As I hold onto the emptiness inside my bruised heart, the fire in my soul believes in a better future for tomo
Tales Of A Prince Chapter 3: A land with no armyWe received Intel that a small island village to the north was under siege and held captive. A woman came into our kingdom and begged for help. She told of a malicious tyrant that ruled over the island killing anyone who disobeyed his unwritten laws. Our assignment was to go onto the island and free the townsfolk of their slavery. It was a small town that was to the north, nestled amongst the shores. We journeyed to the north and finally entered the lower town. The streets were quiet and the air covered in a foggy miasma, blood stains on the pavements. No one was around, it was a ghost town. We were told to find and enter a house with a red cross on the door; in the house was a cellar that led to an underground base where we would rendezvous with the rebels.We walked in our group, as we passed a small bridge across a canal and there we seen the remnant of a man. "What's this? An odd place to put such a figure" I mused.Lorna discoursed "This is no ordinary statue; this man
Heart of Sin (Time flows on)Time flows on as we consumed the weaving distorted conHappiness pours from my skin as my heart of guilty sin weighs a ton.Why do you like 猫 pottery?La mia percepzione viridi blare und blue himmel est supérieure än din!Why do you like affectueux poetry?Time flows on as we consumed the weaving distorted conHappiness pours from my skin as my heart of guilty sin weighs a ton.