I shiver at the biting chill of the rushing falls.
The mist upon my cheek and I smile,
then I stop and look at the people laughing on this day,
all the while pondering if we will ever see the sun rise again in the east.
Anguish so clear on their faces but yet they laugh and smile.
Together, we stand by this shore,
here where so many have fallen and where the tears still flow.

We are the people—citizens of the world—from the US to the UK.
From France to Spain. Luxembourg to the Netherlands.
The pain to great to shed a drop of which we grieve.
Children run in joy while their parents morn.
Yet many live in dreams of what can never be.
More still can not fade into dreams.
Illusions have always eluded some.
In the end many will fight, many will fall, and many still will rise again.

The sun, we all want it to feel and smile like we do.
Wow, now I contemplate, how do we know this to be true?
The sun and the moon fill the sky so high every dawn and dusk and sing to those below the mountain tops and in the valleys.
The mists of midnight flow beneath the moonlit horizon.

The sun rises always in the east, yes it does this fine job all the time, but one day in 5 billion years it will kiss us all a firey goodbye.
The dooming year of 2100 is looming, and I question if I will even exist here still, but I can not weep for what is uncertain.
I hope a teardrop never slips down the cheeks of the ones who knew me, for you see, I plan to regret nothing.

The moon, what a guide.
We are lost without the light and life it brings to empty minds.
The oceans would be torn asunder, if not to have been at all without our guide, the moon.
We should live not for selfish reasons but to protect what keeps us—the people who dwell on the earth—safe, content, and comfortable.

Gloriously fighting for all they hold dear.

Envy and jealousy lie in the hearts of all fools.

Revenge can be good or bad. It can give you pain or pleasure.

Maliciousness is not a sign of bravery in their eyes but rather a sign of weakness and folly.

Ambition slithers through the hearts of brave men like snakes Slither through the Earth.

Niceness and loyalty will provide you with a good friend, whereas greed and spite only bring an enemy in disguise.

Innocence never lasts long in the hearts of true men.

Cautiousness will serve you well in a battle.

Gaining victory over thine enemies.

Obsession is the ultimate downfall of a proud man.

Devastation and Chaos bring new beginnings and Hope.

Salvation cannot be found in this life or the next.

Yer touch upon my brow, so kind and tentative
all those days under the warmth of the sun.
I felt the scorching sand between my toes,
and I knew yer energy then, and I hid.
How good are ya oh holy Set, the deity of We,
the people not of yer homeland?

He came and he hailed yer arrival,
yer presence greatly needed in
the lonely life of mine.
I was young back when I feared ya,
I am a young one still,
but I no longer hear my feet hit
the ground as I run from the monster,
that is you.

You left me when I was at the lowest point
in my little life, and the last thing you said
was that you couldn't keep me from this.
You were not he, the trickster and changer.
I felt the tears glide down my face,
and I ceased to feel yer presence.

He, the trickster has changed me as I have
done to others.
You have come again into my tiny existence.
You, my protector and I, yer devotee,
I see you sitting there and I understand now that
it hurt you to leave me.
You knew I needed him, and you let go of me
to let him guide me in my future.
I've finally forgiven you and Anubis for yer choice.

Set, you are my protector and I still love you.
Loki is apart of my life as you wanted,
and I know you value what he has done
but it was hard not having you there.
I don't know what the future holds, and
I don't know if you and the others
will be in it, but I love you anyway.