Sailed in seas which match the heavens
wispered secrets at a sunset
and followed the trumbling stars
the ship anchored to land green and reach
an unearthly melody that filled the air.
It was not the foaming waves
not the bird's sing
nore the leaves rustling.
And so the traveller wondered in confusion
until he met a stranger sitting at the foreland.
He did not ask where he is but from
where this music comes from.
The stranger turned and spoke.
"It's Dagda's harp and Apollo's canto
both in tune with Bragi's poem.
Now i travel home for you found yours
and so i return."

Searched in old grievous forests
in barren smoky wastelands.
Alas if she did not
for such pain she could not bear.
The beast's carcass from far away
could be seen, like a lone mountain
stood in the middle of the dale
shadowing the place
something like ash was spread all around
the beast's blood it was
and from it new life arose.
Green and flowers grew again
white roses they were.
There she found the body of her beloved
pale and cold it was, eyes shut...
Tears of grief and endless pain she shed
and sang with eyes staring the sky.
"Lo the outcome of this brave soul's intent
Lo my heart's last beats
Gods i sing you this
tale where life and death vie for control
this tale where love and pain vie in mortal hearts."
And so she closed her eyes and travelled where he did.
And so her frail longing heart came to an end.

There are no surprises i've been here before.
I can feel the fear, the weakness, the pain
you dare not name.
Don't give in a sickly pride, a reckless choice,
for the events unfold in unexpected ways.
I promise i'll come for you...

Forgotten like a tale of the old
the memory of you returns
at some point of the day
the pain breaks my core.

I can't be with you
you can't be with me
in my heart you'll
always be.

I think of what
would you do in times
like this, your calmness
your sweetness,
your gentle touch.

Your voice, your eyes
and soft red lips.
Your beautiful hands.
All fading away like
a tale of the old.

Since the beginning of time man kind
loved to tell and share stories.
Absolving ourselves from our own
and learn from others.
Stories might be different but all continue
with the same phrase "...and then?"
No matter how hard our lives can be we
all live with the same angony like when
we read a very good story. Turn the page
and find out what happens next.
Always look at the stars for in the sky are things
we can see and some we can not. Speak for the
things that others can not see for people like
to hear stories and shape their lives amongst
the stars, into the unknown.

Marched through dark veiled halls
and through forged spiked gates
walked through scorched dales and dried lakes
where the beast lie and gaze
where even demons fear to tread
this ash breathing wolf
with eyes glaring red sapphire
straight from hell's embrace.
Alas if he did not fight
Alas if he did not stand
for there was none else and
the need was dire.
Leaped around the giant like murky wolf
until his sword met the dark woven heart
but teeth and claws had taken their toll.
All seemed green and silver once again
music from the rustling leaves to soften
the pain of this spent fair soul.

I know you are tired so am i, we both suffered but not in vain.
You've shed countless tears and there is no doubt, no woman
loved me as much as you. I tried to be optimistic but i just can't.
We believed what we were doing was right and it was in a way,
but now i see. What we want from what we must do dictate different paths. When i asked you " What do you want from your life?", you simply answered " To be together, happy"
All i do now is stare a blank wall, loneliness followed by the calmness of the night. I try to write something else, joyful, poetic, colorful but i can't. It feels like the pencil in my hand moves by itself and i write about you, for you...
Everything around me seems grey, i sleep to much and when i am not i just lie down thinking, just thinking. Some music to ease my mind, heavy breaths to calm the pain in my chest. All i do is writing, reaching to a dead end.