Plucked by the wind of aspirations
and scattered in the shadows...
A quaint hillside park, repository of memories in...
The mysteries of old Ireland rising like mist from...
In shadows deep, where secrets coil,
A tale unfolds of ancient soil...
They say that darkness gives value to light
for without the dark one cannot muster the will to...
Dreams of misty Babylon, of moonlit deserts
Of tales of knights of the infinite sands...
A streak of blue
Sad but true...
Two voices clash in my mind
One pure and true, one less kind...
The wizard stood at the edge of the gate,
A portal to a realm of chaos and hate...
The will to live
The will to exist...
Beauty..
Tempting...
The fire burns in the sky
The moon still shines light...
Good night
Lay to rest in the twilight...