Wandering HonorWandering HonorWandering Honor
Through the Fields, Through the Valleys. O’er Hills and Trees. To places were time has flowed, And to others that yet remain unborn. Places where days have passed as years And weeks as hours. Many suns have passed, Many moons, my guide. And by the torchlight of many stars have I walked. The end no closer than the start. Such is the path that is walked, Such is the path that is wandered, By the Rurouni that fade on, And by those who honor the legacy, Through the folds and fog of time. To disappear in the night, A s
Fairys DanceFairy’s DanceFairys Dance
Under the Full Moon, Twilight’s summon we awaken. Come, Let thee rise up the mists at dusk. From the ground and trees, From lakes and seas, Let thee rise. At dusk’s door we beckon, Let thee rise. Come, Dance in the fire’s light, Dance in the pale Moonlight. Let your shadows flicker and skip And feel night sing ever onward, Through the flight and darkness of the night, Riding upon dawn’s morning dew. The golden rays, Pure and Bright, Come and dispel this eternal song, And wash away the darkness of night.
Call of DutyCall of DutyCall of Duty
War is an interruption of peace, Time wanders, bored and restful, Violence and destruction sleep. A calm shrouds a world and masks it with screens
Of forced smiles and faked handshakes.
How can we shake off something, So close, So similar,
To ourselves. Then to pretend that in the shadows it does not lurk, Pain and torture, And the suffering integral to growth. It creeps out, Slowly, Quietly, From the shadows to the light. With its tentacles outstretched, Infecting all, tell the light is called to force back the s
A Petals BreezeA Petal\'s BreezeA Petals Breeze
A petal slowly floats to the ground, The air and wind grazing and dancing on its surface. A breeze flows through, weaving in and out of trees and bushes, Dodging the ever present waves of grass and racing the golden beams of light. The petal sways in its decent and the winds Breath through the fields of mellow hazel and golden browns, Reeds bending and bowing in its approach, Waving and flowing at its retreat. Leaves twist and spin, Spiraling this way and that, And skipping from here to there. This the petal sees as it floats to the ground.
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