Death stains a lifeline,
Haunts a wandering mind.
Severing every limb.
No mobility now.

Tears of blood,
Showers of hate..
To be alone.
Is my death day.

Fathoms below,
To the depths of the Sea.
The world asundered,
By its wonder.

Fathoms above,
Wings of Eagles soar.
Storms sweep.
The world in awe...
Of its evolving atmosphere.

Above and Below.
Fathoms are bold.
For the world to know.

Spellbound,
You forsake me.
Until now.

Please,
Save me from his curse.
Free from his grasp.
This is prison!

Please!
Free from the curse!
Save me from myself!

Save me,
You Sovereign soul.

I am spellbound,
A witch of the seven sea's..
My spells of ice,
I intend to be frozen for life.

So please...

Save me from his curse,
Free from his grasp.
Before I die.
And there's nothing left.

Winter...
A beautiful and glorious sight tis thee.
It bringeth the blanket of white that provides the cold and frostbite.

Beyond the Winters gaze is the one of snow.
She who knows her world is now,
Knowing the past revealed,
With the apple of Eden's Renewal.

She is like those of the Snow,
Who show favor in the cold.
They know the truth,
behind her mask of a muse.

The one of the snow is pale,
With bright eyes and hair.
Shes young in her age,
Like her brothers and sisters of this Age.

The one of the snow knows your pain,
Knows your path,
And will fight the wrath.

Winter comes from a silent slumber in the clouds,
Where the one of the snow,
Is now.

Beware the one of the snow,
For along the side.
She will summon a blizzard,
To blanket the skies....

Thy fate is revealed,
The darkness over takes her.
She screams to be free.
From the torture.

Tendrils of knives,
Sorting marks on her skin.
Flawless to scarred,
Born of thy kin.

Deathly hallows,
The kiss of death.
A demon is born,
A selfish beast.

Beautiful but deadly,
Sworn to fight.
For their goddess of the moon.

Born under the blood moon.
Thy precious Valkyrie.

Eyes of red,
Wings of black.

The Dark fate of thee,
Has taken her over.
Never again,
**Shall she be free.

It has been sometime,
Since my pen has hit paper.
Since my words were expressed,
By voices unwritten.

It has been an exodus void,
For my heart...
Has made its collision.

Pain rips through me,
When my words are written.
To the page.

My body is weak,
As the tears fall down my face.
My heart feels nothing.
Just darkness,
As always.

I try to be responsible,
I try to sacrifice time.
To spend with my biological mother.

I cannot take it anymore,
The stress is unbearable.
Why did I come into this world?
When all you do is scold.

I am a daughter,
The last of this clan..
Can I be free?
To make my own choices?

Sad and Angered.
A wolf never free.
I know them well...
But they hath deceived me...

Eighteen years ago,
I was just a innocent thing.
Look at me now,
I'm master of the ring.

A breeze dances,
catching the beast who flies.
A beast who is feared,
by man, elf and animal.

Its wings did darken the skies,
but its roar was furys fire,
and its scales sharpened scythes.

Men ran and they cowered,
and they fought and they died.
They burned and they bled,
as they issued their cries.

The cover of this beast was blown,
Men cowered and hid.
From the black wings.
They did not wish to die,
within the inferno of its jaws.

The black scales shimmered in the rising sun,
as the beast roared.
Fire escaped its jaws,
burning everything in its path.

The legends were true and fatal,
The beasts of this land,
had returned to seek revenge.

They who destroy,
They who burn.
The beasts who **** every living soul sewn.

This beast looked behind thee at its kin,
roaring in triumphant rage.
The war had begun,
everything had engaged.

Now hunting for its prey,
It only spoke now in the disarray.
"The dragons have come mortals,
We have returned."

Fire and Steel will collide,
As the dragon age begins.
Humanity will fade,
Within the Dragon and its Kin.

You have no integrity.
You down me in the most darkest times,
Criticizing who I am and what I do.

Your trust dims on my very wellbeing,
Searing the burns even more.
I do not trust you at all.

I hear you complain in a tyrants voice,
Stressed, Your daughters a ******.

How dare thee!!
You say thy hurtful words!
When I was trying to be mature for 17,
on this December's birth.

I try so hard to gain your trust,
just to lose it in battle of honesty,
And a fiery war.

You know I try my best,
to become someone greater than thee,
but the words must stop.
They hurt deeply.

I trust no one,
I just survive this world.
One step at a time,
Without you leashing my very mind.

I am a wolf caged in this god forsaken home,
I want to be free to roam.

Trust is very fatal to thee,
Its fragile, Honorable and free.
I trust no one,
I just survive.

As the Archaic Wolf,
Now caged behind your very eyes.
I am not perfect,
I will not reach my fold.

Until my very time comes,
When I am an adult.
AND I will be gone.
Before your very word.

Darkness slashed my skin,
****** relief...
Darkness..

Darkness killed my heart,
Slashed to threads.
Torn apart...

This little girl,
Hath..* No fear.

Everyone went dark on me..
Destroying what I once held dear..

In the dead of night,
*Darkness slays me.

An archaic,
Whispering breeze danced across the Garden of Adam and Eve.
Soft, spoken words wrap around me,
Bringing me to thy knee's.
A holy immortal has spoke to me.

The Golden cape of feathers show majesty,
among the amethyst roses, alive, free...
Voices ring, The symphony hath bring!
A mystic rose of a Queen.

The is Violet,
Flowing with petals of silk,
Thy rose is beautiful,
But what of which can cure,
May also ****.
With a poisonous renewal.

Do not come to the birthplace
Of Adam, and Eve.
The petals mean eternal life,
Extending your leave.

Whispering winds caress me,
Thy time has come to serve thee,
The Holy Jehovah of Adam and Eve.
Acknowledged is thee,
Prayer has come to win you're heart,
My roses are ready to serve thy art.

These Roses hath a beautiful meaning....

A Rose for a life,
A life for a purpose.
Serve, pray, live, and die.

A violet rose serves as a contract,
To serve the Creator...
The son,
And thy holy of spirits.

The Judgment Child is thee!
Born, of a broken family.
My emerald eyes may seem alive,
But I am not free.

  The of Eden.
Beautiful, breezy, Holy.
Its where they bloom,
Thy roses of a great deed.

A life for a purpose,
A rose for Repentance.

Thou be free from all.
Life, Sin, chains of burdens.
Light and Life eternal.
Will Come to thee,

I am Judgment,
The Daughter of Eve.
My Guardian Angel is Gabriel,
And I will Save thee.

I am a messenger,
The violet rose if my prayer,
A farewell to you,
In the midnight air.

I send you home,
  To the father, the spirit...
To where Jesus is at the right hand,
Of "God", Lord Almighty.

Voices rang throughout the willow,
Symphonic, Angelic, free...
They defined this lovely tree.

Its own heart be,
as wise and true as the forest that surrounds it,
both old and new.

The Willow swishes its branches that gracefully dance,
moving to the beat of the music.
which hath put it in this trance.

The Willow is old,
The Willow is wise,
It knoweth thy soul,
behind your very eyes.

Its beauty is undefined,
Mythical and refined.
It sings along in kind.

You know your soul when it sings with thee,
The heart and soul of a tree.
They move, sing and cry.
Even within the darkest night.

The Willow is archaic,
as the earth it grows upon,
Renewed and restored,
by its mother above.

Pray for thee,
for it knoweth the end be soon,
When one day it may die,
Along with the forest too.

Thy soul of the Willow will live on,
It may also speak to thee,
within spirit...
of song.

This fairy tale.
This myth.
It has freed me.
From his grip.

My body goes limp,
In his arms.
As the mask forms.

My body,
My heart.
My very being is changed.
Before his dark eyes.

The mask of Iridescence.
The marks of blood..
The shadowing of Ebony.

A heartless soul,
Is born.
Conquering my Gold heart.

The Hollow mask.
Is now my friend..

"She's transformed now..
Only she controls the Hollow inside."

My body arches,
As I scream and Roar.
I have become the monster,
I once destroyed.

A Hollow.

Difficulty,
Bad comments.
Stupid Answer.
Unnecessary answers.

Why make things so difficult?
When it was just a simple question?

Your so difficult.
Why try to perfect my every move?

The moon glittered above me,
It was beautifully gleaming..
Peace comes from its rays.

A sigh escapes my lips,
Sending my mind aghast.
Inhuman speed came fast.

Moving in flashing steps,
I cover ground with grace.
Listening to the tree's.

They swung in the wind,
Petals of white circling in their branches.
Their voices were heard in my mind.

The Moon glowed overhead,
Guiding my eyes,
Down the hidden path tonight..

I leapt from the edge,
Sliding down this rocky ledge.
Onto the beach of white sand.

The reflection of my human,
Burned holes in my heart.
To see me disappear,
Behind the face of the moon.

This forgotten art,
Will always be remembered by thee.
When you return,
A Valkyrie.

Beyond the world,
into the forest of old...
A wild beast roams....

Tragedy has robbed it of human life,
Only becoming it inner self..
The Archaic...
Wolf.

As the storm draws within the town,
It watches the surrounding prison of mortals,
Who are unaware of its presence.

With a howl of might,
The gunfire rings out.
Two wolves run blindly towards their ****.

One of pure white and blue eyes stains with blood,
The other limps away injured.
Together they roam away,
To the den where their pups wait.

The white wolf known as Azul whimpers to her mate,
Worried for his dear life that slowly slips away.
Her heart is archaic and knows the end draws near,
As her black wolf passes on from this world.

Pain lingers in her heart,
Making her regret the start.

Anger then boils with agony,
As she howls to the thundering sky,
The pups join her ringing and soon,
another pack in the distance joins in the sad chorus.

The Archaic heart of a wolf,
Can not be turned to stone,
Even if the mate dies alone.

One day they will be together again,
As human as can be,
Surrounded by the roses of red,
And stems of green.

One day,
All humanity will pay.
For taking away her heart,
Her love,
Her mate.

Oh heart,
You have been in pain.
For all this time.
You ache everyday,
As the war goes on.

Fear thee not,
Thy scorn will be venged.
When your mate of fire.
Comes to your bend.

Fear not my love,
My heart of Desire.
Your love will come,
He will be engulfed.
In healing Fire.

Far over the mountains,
Dwell the Dragons.
Heights undefine their actions.

They fear not,
Their Strumah is home.
Intruders burn.

Beneath the mountains peak,
Dwell the ancestors,
Long-forgotten gold.

Upon the top of the Monahven,
The Elders wait.
For the Dovakiin's flight.

Dovakiin,
You will dwell in Dungeons deep,
And Caverns old.

Your unrelenting force,
Shall clear the hold...
Dov will roar,
In fury.

The Dov,
They fear thee.

Dovakiin,
Dragon Born...
You shall claim that Strumah.
One day.

Alduin's rage did darken the sky,
His roar is fury's fire,
Do not fear.

Destroy him with words of old.
The heroes of Sovangarde,
Shall aid thee.

Joar Zah Frul,
Yol Toar Shul.
Strun Bah Qo.

Fear the Dragonborn's Words.
The Strumah, And the Dov.
They will bow down,
Upon the mountain.

A roar shifts to the east,
Disturbing the peace.
My eyes shoot to the sky,
Searching for him on high.

Thy roar is precious,
Tis thy precious one.
Jerusalem,
My Dragon.
Thou have come.

He lands with a mighty stride,
Bowing before his rider.
Who am I?

Jerusalem,
You have protected me from harm.
Of death and turmoil.
I thank you now.

You,
Black dragon of the east,
The day I tamed you,
You were the one for me.

My sisters may not understand,
That dragons save lives.
All tis not evil,
Sanctify thy rights.

My dragon,
We will fly.
Higher to the heavens.
To face evil tonight.

May the winds guide us home,
As we.
Are one.

Souls dance,
Following the shadows.
Nocturnal has become their world...

She is a powerful Daedra,
Her spiritual pressure,
Unmatched.

She anoints those who serve,
As Sentinels.
Nightingales sing,
Follow thy master and sprout wings.

May it sing..
The company will become your friends.
Sons and Daughters of Nocturnal,
Nightingales of the night..
Sprout your larcenist wings..

Become....
Nocturnals..Guide.

The five senses,
Tell us what to feel.
Speak to us by ear.
Seek us out in the dark.
Send aroma's of appeal,
And have us taste,
The sweetest renewal.

These senses tell us were organisms,
Made by who knows what.
They decide how we react,
To the flow of everlasting life..

To hear is to comprehend.
To hear voices,
Is to learn.
When to speak,
And when to listen..

To hear is to love,
The greatest song played.
By engaging in the band,
That dances on stage..

To see is too seek.
The path ahead.
To see the day's pass,
Slowly in threads.

To see is too become attracted,
To the one you may love.
The one you fight for,
The Woman, The Man.

To feel..
To love.
To Hate.

It curses us each day..

Yet it awards in some ways,
To allow you to touch your mate today.
To feel the soft skin,
To soothe your pain..
That is a blessing given,
To those who push away hate.

As you smell,
That Aroma of sweet.
You simply melt,
Your knee's become weak.

From your favorite food,
To natures breeze..
You can be calm by these..


As some scent's are rejected,
You ignore them as seen..
Only your sense of smell,
May be sweet.

From delicacies to die for,
To foods you despise.
Your sense of taste decides..

These senses tell us,
"You Are Unique."
You are different from others,
Who can be weak..

Remember to thank those five,
They save your life each day.
To or to die.
They will not delay..

The storms have come.
Rolling through the world.
Bringing rain,
Light, Power.

The storms have come!
Rejoice under their wings!
Brilliant light has come today.

Powerful Electricity.
Power in the Storm.

It comes quickly, faster than lightning!
Creeping into soul's that tremble with fear...
The earth trembles and quakes,
The exodus comes near.

It comes,
Crashing...Burning like a phoenix.
Devouring the world of peace, and melody.
The sound enters your heart,
Making it rapidly beat.

It comes, Rapturing with light,
that blinds like a sun in the night.
A beast,
Of a Catalystic mind destroyed by time.

Its halts, stunned.
Chaos and Destruction seeps through the veins,
Of the one who has spread her wings and prayed.

The beast roars with such force,
Causing her to leap into the sky,
dancing into the wind that blows east.

The Cataclysm follows in pursuit,
Roaring with ferocity and haste.
Wings spread she soars,
As the beast rages war.

She flies high, into the mountains.
Where a golden glow awakens.
Her beast, her soul fading.
To the eyes of Ashen.

The glow burns brightly,
capturing the beast.
Severing its mind,
As thy winged one sings.
Freed...From treachery!

"You come, Defeated.
Depart thy fiend!
For you are no more,
Thy seed, of chaos and war."

"Depart! From my soul,
My ways!
You beast frown till the end of your days!"
No control comes...

The beast fades away,
like ashes of dust and decay.
She gazes upon her Catalyst,
Her previous life destroyed,
By the very glow..
Of the Exodus...Void.

Evil is born,
When one believes the action is wrong.
Whether its justice or not.
That's entirely up to you.

Bring on the argument,
To prove yours as just.

Wings spread upon the back,
OF the Valkyrie on the attack.
Her breath crisp in the frozen air,
Her hair burning like fire,
She won't be fair.

The dark must back away,
EXODUS!

You are in my way.
I will not hesitate.
I will awaken my soul.

I will not back down.
For this gets old.

Remain indifferent,
My path will remain the same.

I am Valkyrie.
Hear.
My name.