Here our soldiers stand.
Waiting in a line to hear the battle cry
She is ready to lead her warriors to victory.
Sounds of warcries fill the air in the icy Northrend.
From distant lands, lots of new races are there to ally
This is the place where they will make history.
A history for new generations to remember
An ember in the ashes of dark ages
The time is finally here.

Thousands of undead flow upon her army
She doesn't flinch, while rallying the human flag.
"Freedom is here! It is in our heads and our hearts, Raise your hands for victory is near." She said.
****** battle took place, as the undead warriors decreased faster than her warriors

At the next moment they won, it was a small step for them,
but a giant leap for mankind
Everyone was celebrating...
Then, out of nowhere a traitor stabbed her in the back. She sadly couldn't make it, and she embraced the black. Her sacrifice brought a new page in the history of the kingdom of Agerron.

it Is your turn
    write in the skies
      make the fireflies burn

      in a sparkling daylight
    the fireflies land on jaded plantations
igniting them for starlight's doom

      smoky grasses breathe in the tree leaves
        suffocating it and blinding it out of danger

      a daylight star
    in a whirlwind rotates
      and the journey makes
    with a will of passion
      flowing from lava lakes

      now a dark and gloomy night
              makes the fear of darkness go bright
      as their flames turn into light

              our minds void lead to the mystical path
      separated into three different directions
              towards gates of relaxing, fright or depression

            wherever you walk you will regret
      and think you've chosen the wrong path

Mist arising from the palms of his hands,
dark clouds with red linings above his lands.
He was red-hot under the collar picturing an ugly view.

A man demanding everybody to obbey his iron commands.
Jack would get irritated if someone accidentally approached his yards.
Mixing water with wine was his most favorite thing to do.

People were scared from his red-like shadow.
Their blood ran cold and adrenaline grow,
emotions flow, fears show, minds slow.

A lone nightingale winks from a burnt branch
deep into the living forest-- the nightingale sings.
Nighttime howls from wolves across the hills soothe the solitude in its voice.
The surface of the world-- majestic and aquatic quilt holds all life together.

Nightingale shadows fly and send their breath across the falling atmosphere.
A nearby owl envisions the moon with its eyes.
Animals respond to the cycle of nature below the pouring fresh rain
for the grains to grow up, waters will feed them.

Nearby animals taste life under the misty skies as the forest grows.
Thunder waits for the nightingales to weep into blackness disguised
silently they let their tears ripple into the waters.
The bird on the branch stands like an altar.

Autumn comes like the chariot of a lover worshiping romance
trees shift into brighter shades-- they get older with every hour spent.
Feeling sleepy, the birds sense their slightest vibrations--
the storm was experienced colder, and thunder sounded louder.
Dry leaves merge with the wilting grasses
the leaves hover into the wind manifesting the outcome.

Here within the eye of the storm in the pureness of earth
a bird's moan punctures glasses built on the verge of civilization.
The border between those two worlds is shaking
all birds will leave to the south searching for refuge away from the deep sleep incoming and frightful gray dreams.

goodness is echoing from their flight
caressing abandoned puddles, along with the breeze
feeds dusty grass beads and the specks of dirt are crumbling
lilies in the valley succumb to the shaking
all eyes get directed towards the outcome.

The waves of the dam
near Ogosta Stadium are raging,
and the opponent of the Glory
is insecure and afraid.

Powerful choruses
the hosts sing
because the moment is coming
for a convincing win.

This is FC Montana.
Club with heart and a century of history,
with ups and downs flooded
always striving for the top and a better change.

With a school springboard for talent,
the only one that is free.
Coaches who believe in children
and in their future glorious successes.
The traditional colors are blue, white and red -
gathering people in a sacred union.

Blue hearts tremble in a fast rhythm,
expecting the match to conquer.
Small and big fans
with songs they strive,
the loyalty for their team to sustain
and give the necessary support.

Every day they long
for the strong emotions,
they share for the future.

Come to take you around in Montana, my friend!
From the waters of Ogosta dam
to the waves of the fountain
and the fabulous nights in Monteto.
Nowhere on earth or the Balkans you will find a city like that,
even at sea for it's the quietest and most pleasant city in Bulgaria.

A city with an ancient history,
dating back to before the coming of Christ,
telling of the intransigence of the people
and their hunger for knowledge.
A city with good people who deserve respect and esteem,
people who believe in a better future and
the progress of their young spirit.

They pass this faith and knowledge on to future generations
about the energy and loyalty to our city.
From the dazzling and beautiful Chiprovtsi carpets
to the countless and charming summers and winters.
Welcome!

Absorbing Sun's caring embrace
and the water's life,
the trees mix them into oxygen for the man,
for he has planted the seeds
which marked their beginning — organisms vital for wildlife and shelter.

The man now receives their appreciation
with the maturing of the fruit.
To eat it is honoring its purpose and time,
for it grew only for you, as a gift.
Earth's hospitality was never meant for granted,
but be returned to the cycle.

It spins like our planet in space,
around a warm core and a cold shell.
Stars there align to the call of energy
designed to dance in gray,
and to portray protons and electrons
in a chemical reaction,
beginning of the first light — pressed lighter igniting candles.

Holding her hands ignited flames,
kissing her lips felt like an apricot.
A delicate spark turns into fire
as attachment gave us a purple vision.

The white moon glows in the ashen skies
reflecting on the waves of the warmy river,
as green plants shake by the autumn breeze.

All of this motion is stalked by cats eyes
and earth slowly stops to spin and quivers,
now the river seethes by the rise of degrees.

Lime colored beaches tremble at morning
from the schist and rocks that break and fall,
seas and waters, looking like lemonade yellow
make meetings of men, that send the world a warning.

Fear and panic has left the authorities a shake up call,
making them realise the reality
of their actions influenced from below.

Phenomena of roaring thunders
when winter and icy snow falling.
Avalanches, earthquakes and tsunamis
make their rage calling.

forged in fires core
surrounded by dirt
prehistoric parents returned

flowers bloom in spring
connect positivity
giving others food

birds fly in air's waves
listening to the winds's guide
watching from world's roof

fishes swim
breathing what we cannot breathe
not knowing what's water

smile of a sparkling silver
shining with jewels in a thousand linings
a girl gazes at the stars declining.

below the tinge of a moon outline, light peeps
in her way soaring from blossoming skies
doves grab the fire within her eyes

a thatch of thick rose hair
rests on her shoulder and blazes in dark flare
it curls to the voice of her prayer

she weeps her shadow, couched inside his clutch
teardrops flow as rain toppling on a puddle
shaky as branches, she struggles

A taste of your wine
Cinnamon tempting
Sugar so sweet
Embalms my mouth with an apple drip
It sends me a rain of bliss

Your breath makes me twine around.
A strand so strong
And your voice is so sweet
You send me into a trance with your mead
Bite my lips, whisper love with your kiss

I wish to taste your red wine
Tangerine sweet and the sun warm
Dream of heaven we stay in for evermore
Where we dance together in the moonlight
And we wake with joyful eyes in the sunlight

Bright and crystal water falling down the hill
A unique trip forever to enjoy
Embalm my mouth with an orange drip
Send my being in a bliss
Bite my lips, whisper to me love with your kiss

new lives in a shell
soul developing body
opal colors strike
little birds are unfolding
loving mom hugs them warmly

Following her deep into the pale smokes of the cave,
the butterfly spreads her wings to fly.
I step gently and quietly hear her motions.

She is my roof against the snow,
and the snow was the bullying I endured during my childhood.
I was blind, and she cured me.

The butterfly kisses the fog, and I embrace its guidance.
I feel one with her. She comforts me that I will find my way.
The sun rays penetrate the dense fog as the cave's walls deplete.

The black butterfly disappears into the light.
I got left with nothing but a lesson whispered in my ear by the sun:
''Once you are free from the blackness,
my guidance has completed your journey!''

sunburnt grasses cry
branches, blinding aether sun
as ashen giants flight

sunburnt black branches
shake calmly in the night's breeze
connecting earth's force

lots of tasty foods
colorful seasons changing
as Black Sea shivers

Trees are letting their leaves to fall down.
Throughout the spring and summer they were together
until the breath of north split them apart.

They go in red, orange, yellow and brown.
Snow will come from the arrival of the north cold weather
making our world shine like a master's art.

We watch the colors change in our town,
but if the degrees could rise it would be much better.
Our minds hope for change and a new start.

the sun is raining
penetrating through dark clouds
it summons goodness

When the moon starts to glow, we go to sleep.
As the sun begins to shine, we rise from slumber.
It is the cycle of life; one cannot cope without the other.

There are animals and plants in a forest that decrease in numbers, everything else is becoming objects and lumber.
Animals breathe what our nature exudes.
Plants feed from the rain and the sun.
All that lives is in balance and holiness
that defies imbalance and loneliness.

Some people don't think of what our nature eludes.
They are sticking to lack of emotions for a personal gain.
Their playing with guns goes on and on.
Fun ain't emotionless and it's no and no.

The very balance in our world depends on ourselves
for we should unite as one to withstand tyranny,
thus, the beast in his lair will cease to feast.
Infamies and felonies will turn to clarity and purity.

Come one, come two, it's up to you
and it is not something new we have to do.
Come three, come free.
It is destiny, can't you see?
Come four and come more.
Unite by the destiny's door.

crystals stuck in fields
people believing the things
they wish were real

Lemon colored hair with a nuance of gold
illuminating my night like sun rays
My heart blooms like a flower ready to unfold

Her eyes are like crystalline lakes flowing warmly
at an oasis near my desert center
They reach out to grab my soul in a loving embrace

Her breath with a scent of blueberries passes
through the crops watering them
Turning them into fields of crimson flowers

Sparks begin to culminate near my darkening sky
increasing the density of colors
Fulfilling my life and continuing the light of my days

Her voice sounds like a symphony to my ears
bringing me vibes of calmness
Notes float in the air waves lifting my spirit

We communicate without speaking any words
for we will always be one whole
Love's culmination makes life sound like a bird song

I feel as if I am following the sun when we are together
endless trip with no destination
Enjoyment comes from the back of every thought we get

An Arctic breath of north moves
across the snowy dirt
like a fridge
across a chocolate
ice cream with vanilla

Winter sun lights
over the white shadow of ice
like a microwave heating frozen meals
grief and joy are the two sides
choose favourite

shaking tulips kiss
amber sunrise is waking
quaking aspen trees

Dark Echoes of screams
in the terror of our dreams
Transcending virtue

A wise guru once said:
"A land with no culture that is relying on finances will fall."

Deeds are deeper to analyze.
Psychotic painter draws two brothers fighting.
He dabs with brush lunacy on the palette.
Signing a virus onto media to frighten us, gain our fortune.

And his flames irradiate from looking boxes.
Hypnotizing, he scourges our perception of Russia.
He foreshadows his evil plan west from across the Atlantic ocean.
Can he operate our responses?

The painter watches from the sky as he sits on a mountain throne.
His Empire of lies he founded in slavery and ******.
He drips blood from his nose and beard.
Silencing his victims, he draws their cries.

He places an eagle on his shoulder with a crooked hand.
Predator's eyes lined up above his black disguise.
Sharping claws to hook into prey.
His cheeky smile hid beneath the falling day.

''Justice'', he says. ''Justice will be directed by my will.''

Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan, Vietnam, Cuba, Puerto Rico, Bosnia, Serbia, Haiti, Kuwait, Nicaragua, Libya, Korea, Panama, and Japan left buried beneath the dust of his unleashed hell.
A grieving continuation. Throughout the eradication of old Indians, unfortunate Africans, and Mexicans. Nobody heard then, and nobody prayed. Eyes and prayers are now in Ukraine.

Ukrainians bombed peaceful Russian people in Donbas.
Repeatedly harassing and retaliation came crashing.
In a great mess unclean, rubbing his hands in peace,
America's afraid to intervene.
Awaiting others to fight is in his scheme.
Listen to the Ukrainian president lying to the world,
his soldiers died on Snake Island.
A corrupt government generates hate on the backs of the Russian people.
The Russian bear is awakened, taking care of the invaders of his den. And the Ukrainian president hides behind the living shields of brave civilian men.

He smokes a pipe with a hat hiding his face.
NATO kept provoking, aiming at a new order.
Owning most media that spans Europe- America possess this place.
Russians never spoke against him, while he does and uses NATO to hide. Showing desperation to pay his debts towards Europe,
he made a bid to his mind.

"Russian soldiers have orders not to respond to provocations and protect civilians. They warn the people of Ukraine where they will strike to prevent the casualties. Do not listen to the Ukrainian president. He will do anything to stay in power."

tomorrow's world changes today
believe that joy will never leave
emerald glass surrounds sorrow
rainbow eyes are there to follow

I tried to forget you, but memories of you still float in my head.
Dreams of you give me no rest, a bird without a nest.

I remember when we first met, how we laughed together and what feelings we had, I don't think it should have ever ended.
Real love is not just an emotion, but also a devotion.

When you left me, I felt like I fall from a waterfall, cloudy sky in the background and acid rain washing away my wounded heart.

You should know that you bring me inspiration.
You are my flower, my four-leaf clover and everlasting lover.
Many years had passed, but I could never forget the way I feel
when you're near me, my lovely.

The Leaf flows in the air waves
Gold glows in the skies
the wind guides its path forward

smoke across the trees
jade leaves whisper
swinging from the wind

O Macedoniо, sister of Mysia and Thrace, why do you curse,
why do you so cruelly trample your children, to whom do you condemn them?
You are chasing your original Bulgarian blood, which way are you going?
Weep for the suffering of generations, don't deny it.
Don't hide your sorry past, don't hide it.

Deny your will to purify your consciousness.
Put out the fire of discord, shelter the spirits of our common history.
The past is the fuel of the future, the air of your breath.
Honor your heroes, don't divide the people and don't sow agony.
We know of your age-old torments, we hear your present sobs.

Macedonio, dear sister, you burn the memory of your children.
You drive your Bulgarian children out of the oven of your father's fire, you pour out duplicity. Why do you **** your history, why do you pour out wrong anger?
Your ancestors, the forgotten heroes, have left a memory of greatness.
Do you remember the ages bathed in masculine power and eternal glory?

Your children, an integral part of a long-suffering family, seek protection.
Have you forgotten that blood does not mix with water, and that the old Bulgarian thrones, with which fate has gifted you, rise near Vardar.
Know that a tree without its roots under the firmament perishes, and you yourself are too proud, without turning to your sisters you depress.

Macedonia, didn't your rebels lay down their bones for freedom?
Do not bury your Bulgarian memory, do not abuse your dear children with malice.
Don't forget your real enemy, and he is self-serving and conquers you.
Let your children grow in your springs, and when they grow up to rise up, with heroic strength to protect you from your evil ones.

People, do not stop seeking and asserting your true nature.
Remember the work of your ancestors, fight for their souls to rest.
Where songs are sung, where poems are read, life burns.
Voivodes are born to wash away the common shame and unite the people.
Heroes who will revive the fatherland from the ashes of the rout.

Where it has flowed, it will flow again..

Your soft, shining tresses light the path of love,
and your sky-blue eyes keep me from cold and sadness.
Your artfully sculpted beauty is like no other.

Although you are far from me, know that you will always excite me.
I will be euphoric when you mention my name.
I am for you and you are for me and always will be, Victoria.

Even if the coldest winter envelops us, know
that somewhere there will be someone to hug you.
And from the other side of the world, my heart will tremble for you.

ring planet shivers
floral stardust is mirrored
in sheer black matter

Walls of antiquity covered in green plants,
while hidden treasures are waiting to be found.
Rocky road leads every interested person
to uncover this mystery of history.

That's the Green castle,
sculpted by talented architects
millenniums ago will still remain stunning
in the eyes of the passer by for the rest to come.

With fields of tulips and a golden sunset,
piercing the flags of grass of the sunny gate
and solid foundations clung to the bowels of earth,
the castle changes its shades through the seasons.

His life felt like a roller coaster.
Full of ups and downs
Then one day...
He found gratitude outside.
A kitten living, smiling for him

Her breath is a cinnamon fragrance
eyes are like glowing emeralds
lips are caramel
she fills me

Her kiss puts my lethargy away
time remembers only what is real
for our bliss freezes this special moment

devotion is our journey
life - our destination
awakening to the senses
love's culmination
everything sparks when she's near

Her eyes are shining emeralds and her breath is the scent of cinnamon.
Her lips are caramel, she steps elegantly like a gazelle.
She fills me up, the thread between us is so strong
butterflies flutter from her voice, her hair flutters like crimson streaks, and I immerse myself completely in her abundant beauty.
Time remembers only what is real.
Her kiss banishes laziness, and her maiden bliss
preserves our moment from here to eternity.
Devotion is our journey.
Life is our destination.
We awaken in the senses.
The ****** of love is that everything shines when she is near.
Let's dance together under the moonlight
and we wake up together with joyful eyes under sunlight
and cherish our moment from here to eternity.

Exotic shaped hills
make you feel like a giant,
watching from above.
Birds flying across cottons,
golden plate glowing through them.

The core of life smiles to the emerald maiden,
but fallen stars encircle her with thorns.
Candy canes are twirling in the wind
when lust transform them into melting snow.

black cats hunting mice
on a concrete alley --
   night sight revealed

The strings of love are vibrating
Notes float through the air waves
You are something you cannot see
Words better be said by the melody

The streetlights are flashing
rhythmically in the winter evening
when fluffy snow pours
through the streets of our city.

The green grass disappears
as the landscape dynamically turns white.
For adults, this is another cold evening
and for the children is a time for rejoicing.

The fireplace warms our bodies
like the sun in the summer,
while the love of family and friends
brings delight to us all.

Crystal flows on a ghost lake
sun is reflecting
and spreads through steamy souls lake

Crystal flows on the lake
reflections of the sun
spreads through steamy souls

Olive juice hovers
summoning ivory mist
closing fiery lips

Teal liquid springs
golden plate glows in center
white cotton flows on surface.

Blue sunset glowing
in the frozen red planet
brown dry dust shivers

Flowers are melting
hands grasping snowflakes
dry wet life from sand.

Mature my Mirabelle.
Fill my senses with your rich commences.
Yellow and blue, you are majestic like Malibu.
A royal color growing in nature like summer.
Discover emotions never felt before.

Sweeten me, Mirabelle.
Touch me with your gentle skin,
send a shiver down my spine.
Catch my soul as it follows your trails.
Jump in the dam, destroy the walls.

Accept my body, Mirabelle.
Give birth to our energy.
Mirror our synergy in the purple glass.
Yellow hair hovers across heated beaches,
presses my heartbeat as I am within her reaches.