It is dark and gloomy day
The wind blows away the fallen leaf
Water droplets descends from the sky above
Why does this droplets called the ' Rain ' ?
The hows and whys are endless for the mankind
Does the cloud's sweating up there
Because the sunlight they endured so much ?
It's the Goddess above
She CRIED because of the mankind's sinful lust
Yes , the droplets you hate so much...
The droplets that you consider an agony
It's the tears of the goddess..
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 2:14 AM UTC
I’m sick of this world
My fates are cruel
Destinies are full of wrath
Lucks are undecided
Everyday, I , my life , my soul are tortured by this fateful reality
I have to suppress everything, have to endure everything that comes
I've been in this dark side of the world
Deep in the shadow full of despair
I cannot see the light until I was a man
Still it was nothing....
But BLINDED by LIGHT.
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 5:00 AM UTC
When the war of the beasts brings about the world's end
The goddess descends from the sky
Wings of light and dark spread afar
She guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting
Infinite in mystery is the gift of the Goddess
We seek it thus, and take to the sky
Ripples form on the water's surface
The wandering soul knows no rest.
There is no hate, only joy
For you are beloved by the goddess
Hero of the dawn, Healer of worlds
Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul
Pride is lost
Wings stripped away, the end is nigh
My friend, do you fly away now?
To a world that abhors you and I?
All that awaits you is a somber morrow
No matter where the winds may blow
My friend, your desire
Is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess
Even if the morrow is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return
My friend, the fates are cruel
There are no dreams, no honor remains
The arrow has left, the bow of the goddess
My soul, corrupted by vengeance
Hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey
In my own salvation
And your eternal slumber
Legend shall speak
Of sacrifice at world's end
The wind sails over the water's surface
Quietly, but surely
To become the dew that quenches the land
To spare the sands, the seas, the skies
I offer thee this silent sacrifice
Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 4:27 AM UTC