There are words in the sand
written by some ungodly hand,
soon, my child, you will see
everything that this world can be.
You'll learn the ways of the fern
when a wiser age you turn.
I can tell you many long forgotten things
some older than the oldest tree rings.
Do you know why the sea is blue?
Or can you tell the lies from what is true?
I'll tell you of the history of the elves,
of the power long forgotten within ourselves.
Someday after you have read all the old texts and prints,
you will be King of the Elves! and no longer a Prince.
But for now my young child, sleep the night away,
just remember who you will be someday.

a veil of peace;
or a shroud at least
I see through your lies
as everyone else slowly dies.
you made a mistake
and now I see it's all fake

The little ******* the corner
Holding her future upon her shoulder
Who knows not even how to spell
But who's heard all about hell
And she's heard it's all just your fate.
Oh, little girl of the dove
You know nothing of hate!
But you know who you love.

That post-*** lull
Leaves you feeling full
She brushes through your hair
Your thoughts about as heavy as air
She gently rubs your back
Her hands on some invisible track
She listens to your heartbeat
And smiles to you, so sweet
You lay there entangled
Her hair now mangled
Exhaustion sets in
And you know you can't win
You gaze into her eyes
You can't even rise
Instead you take her hand
She makes you feel grand

Like a broken cup of tea,
You only think you are free.

And even though you can't move on your own,
Well, at least you're not alone.

We must march, my darling
over there beyond the seas
up the mountains steep,
the world we seize.

So impatient, so young
fresh and strong,
full of pride.

We take up the task eternal,
All the past we leave behind;
not for us the tame enjoyment,
piercing deep primal need.

Till the sound of
far, far off
the day-break call.
Yet a passing hour I yield to you, as we go

Oh resistless, restless
Oh beloved
Oh my breast aches with tender love
I am rapt! with love

Delicate mistress,
starry mistress,
fanged and warlike mistress,
we must never yield or falter,
on and on,
moving yet and never stopping

All the pulses of the world
Falling in, they beat for us,
steady moving
Never must you be divided
Holding together, move united

Sweet silent lovers, you may sleep.
My soul and body,
curious with dreams,
wandering amid the shadows with the apparitions
All the dazzling days
all the mystic nights
Has the night descended? Do the sleepers sleep, the blanket on the ground?
have they locked and bolted the doors?

Was the road of late so toilsome?

I stroll up to the flashes of lightning
the rain pounding on my face
the thunder roaring in the sky
and laugh in his face.  

"You cannot scare me!
With your loud roars
that arouse the Earth,
makes her tremble and quake
and your bright flashes of light,
those sparks of electric air!  
You cannot strike me!
Bolts of lightning, bah!
You don't scare me."  

And the lightning replied,
"Do you think that is my goal?
Do you think I spend my time
wishing fear upon others? 
It is no problem of mine
that plenty of easily frightened children
hide beneath their bedsheets
of childish lace and frills
at the mere mention of me.  

It is no problem of mine
that mans best friend
cowers beneath table tops
tail tucked between his legs
feeling only submission and fear
at the mere sound of me.  

No, fearless man,
that was never my plan.
I am not trying to scare you!
I am a part of this storm,
blown in from distant lands
by the whims of divine hands.

And if you should happen
upon my path,
I will strike you down
with this godly power.  
No, as long as you stay
out of my way,
you need not fear me."  

"But how will I stay
out of your way,
if I cannot tell
where next you will be?"   

"Your guess
is as good
as mine."
And the lightning
thundered upon his way,
striking where he may,
and I went home
where I dwelled alone,
and hid in my bed.  

But I feared not the lightning, no.
What I feared
was the very nature
of nature itself;
that which I (a mere man)
could not control –
unpredictability.