*To Everything;
A time for a trial
Many is needed,
And all is prepared...*
Look for a trail of light.
But, follow the sound of sorrow.
Touch the frozen note
And sing to its lonely shell.
What's left is the sighing death,
As a flicker dies away.
Stumble upon the darkness
And free the singing child.
*Please remember this riddle
And look for another to tell;
Climb the fate within time
To sing a Journey and wake.*
To Everything,
Everything is needed.
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 2:25 AM UTC
Before I let you read,
Picture yourself in the Arctic,
Where you hear a music play.
-Begin-
Where the city of ice,
In the northern wind
There's someone sitting alone.
Please greet him up bold,
For his place belongs in the cold.
When we all have slept tightly,
Afraid to move apart,
The wind howls far in the distance...
And where the skies fall snow,
For his place is a funeral in the cold.
We are the land of white,
In this trapped frozen land.
Because the moon only shines here,
It's face only gleams and glows
For his death is being reflected cold.
On the thin icy glaciers,
Where the penguins play,
The water smiles and shimmers.
And the wind shall blow
For his place is isolated cold.
You'll arrive shortly here tonight,
When you fall asleep on a cold night.
Then you see someone sitting alone.
Please greet him up bold,
For his place belongs in the cold.
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 1:48 AM UTC
There's always it,
The rules, the laws, and the war.
But what happens near the end? I wondered,
As I looked down at the chess board.
At the end of the game, there is one successor.
In the end of the game, only one victor.
But it's much more deeper than that,
So let's take a look as we put the pieces back:
- - -
*"At the end of the game,
The king and the pawns goes back
into the same box."*
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 8:11 PM UTC
Shoot a man in his limbs,
he won't die easily.
Shoot the man in the head,
he shall die obediently.
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 3:50 PM UTC