Sunday, March 1, 2009

A Paladins' Thoughts...

Sweet smell of tangled hair,
A soft kiss upon thy lips,
the taste of bitter love upon thy brow.

Sunshine sparkles in thine eyes,
Tender dreams lost,
speak nay a word,
all is said,
with the sweet smell of tangled hair.

To some we might have journeyed for a lifetime,
to others we have just begun,
tho day by day we struggle on,
we fall silently,
we weep and start again...

Pain and glory fill our eyes,
as yet another foe dies,
to some a journey done,
to others one just begun.

Hold thy tongue,
whisper nay a word,
can you hear it calling?

It calls for some,
it calls for all,
yet do we listen to the call?

Whisper nay a sound,
utter nay a word,
it stands amongst us,
calling...
calling...

Shields clash,
swords sing,
the music of death surrounds you,
the tear of flesh,
the subtle fall of a tear,
the sounds of death surround you,

A simple laugh fills your ears,
silenced at the tip of a blade,
For no one can hear the the sounds of death,
as they surround you...

Without evil,
there is no good,
Without good,
there is no evil...

Silence fills the soul,
deafens the ears,
the warmth of a blanket in the cold,
the baking of flesh in the heat,
time takes it's toll,
as silence fills the soul...

Knowledge of ones self,
gives you great strength,

Knowledge over ones foes,
gives thee power over ones self...

Whisper of a mornings dawn,
the icy breath of the nights' kiss,
peace surrounds the battle,
the battle surrounds the peace.

Whisper of a mornings dawn,
tell me a tale of days long gone,
bring forth the morning sun,
fight away the icy breath,
of the nights' kiss...

The soft kiss of the morn's dew,
the sweet smell of it lingers in thy thoughts,
A lovers' embrace,
Holding you close.

Their smile warming the day,
comforting through the night,
children laugh and play,
warriors fight and die,
so that the morns' sweet dew,
and a lovers' embrace,
can be felt by all,
like a soft kiss of morning dew,
this is why,
we live and die...

one step closer,
is one step to far...

heart torn in two,
two halves of a whole,
yet it is over one...

For the smell of sweet tangled hair...