Hand on his hips

He beamed at the pond

A skipper skips

A man so fond

Water follows a gentle motion

Brushes of breeze

A gentle ocean

Velvety ease

You see. A mans dream

A place destined in the universe

Is not what it seems

Our souls continually traverse




It stretches before,

Bared naked,

Like the dark heavens,

Those distant stars.

What is there,

A farm,

A widow,

Her husband off to die.

Killed under those stars,

How do I remember this man,

Maye he was I, or I was him.

I, Thracian warrior,

Dying for some bastard king.



High on rocks is moss and lichen

Hidden by those innocent paths

A lion traverses those waiting and watching

He is the hunter no taunting

Wooded elves find there history past

Left to men their legacy we turn to ash

Send fire and furnaces

Hear them roar

See the life…



If I were a dragon,

I would breath fire into this world.

I would scorch the earth,

Burn the trees,

Soot the skies.

I would do all these.

Flight is freedom,

And fire is power,

And power is all corrupting.

That is why it is given to fire.

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