Three young men make their way into a dried river bed, each searching for his own treasure. "Oh if I can only happen upon that which is rightfully mine by both blood and battle, I should become the greatest this nation has ever known. I will rule with a vengeful hammer, and strike down with nery a whim." The oldest holding a certain distaste for having to wait and then search, shouted at the top of his lungs.
  "Rightfully yours?" asked his younger brother, a kinder spirit than the former, "And to rule with a vengeful hammer? Dear brother, know you nothing of the world around us? You cannot simply strike and command obedience. You must acquire trust, and love, then loyalty."
  The last of the brothers, youngest of them all, had grown accustomed to their bickering. Today, as well as on others, his silence and their lack of focus paid off as he struck something squar and wooden with his toe, rimmed in gold that hardly shown in the light. He need only abandon them in the wood now.

Faster pours the wine,
Though the words that pour out are mine.
My mind is the same
And my cup's not to blame,
For all of the these thoughts,
Are still mine to frame.

Falling,
Face pointing down,
A rush through my dead veins,
The wind passing whitsling by,
Malign

I don't know what there is to say
That things are not in the way,
But I will not lie,
Not before I will die,
Perhaps it was better to stay.

The burning words,
Rest softly in my throat,
If I could only speak them once,
So well that you would feel them,
I'd trade all the world,
Just for you to hear them.

Just for you to hear them,
I'd trade all the world.
So well that you would feel them,
If I could only speak them once.
Rest softly in my throat,
The burning words.

Every month I wait again,
I wait for so many days,
For a day I can fill with celebration and then,
End with a smile as my minds in a daze

Every month I wait again,
For the chance to say,
With words soft as the wind,
"With you I plan to stay"

I wrote this in advance,
For the words I fear to forget,
Though know it's for you I dance,
And only by you do I sit

Consider this an early gift,
Within which I pour all my heart,
The message clear so you need not sift,
I love you so much more than I did at the start

And no small feat is that to achieve,
When so strongly I felt to begin,
And I do so very truly believe,
That I will be with you to the end