He will forever stand there
Guarding that piece of treasure

He will stand there lonely
He will stand there brave
He will stand there striking fear in the enemies

He will stand there.
Swords Raised
Shields drawn in front
Knives on sides
Battle Armor in position

That templar will protect the treasure
It is his duty
It is his choice
It is his life

And he will annihilate
and ******
to retrieve it
if stolen

The lonely templar
has seen the truth
and is still living

you haven't
so stop complaining about life.

We are not sure of sorrow,
And joy was never sure;
Today will die tomorrow;
Time stoops to no man's lure;
And love, grown faint and fretful,
With lips but half regretful
Weeps that no love endures.

From too much love of living,
From hope and fear set free,
We thank with brief thanksgiving
Whatever God may see,
That no man lives forever;
That dead men rise up never;
That even the weariest river
Winds somewhere safe to sea.

Here, where the world is quiet;
Here, where all trouble seems
Dead winds and spent waves' riot
In doubtful dreams of dreams;
I watch the green field growing
For reaping folk and sowing,
For harvest time and mowing,
A sleepy world of streams.

I am tired of tears and laughter,
And men that laugh and weep
Of what may come hereafter
For men that sow to reap:
I am weary of days and hours,
Blown buds of barren flowers
Desires and dreams, and powers
And everything but sleep.




A.C. Swinburne
(with slight alterations)

( Lights up on a stately garden
centre stage stands a male figure
the right side of his face badly scarred and burnt )


By mine one deformities I'm I here undone
casting mine withered shadow or' a dying sun
as I long to feel the touch of soft lovers breath
from one such as she at this sweet eve'nings death
for I would die if upon mine own lips her kiss should play
granting me peace at this the bitter end of day
to know her embrace wouldst break my hollow heart
as I too with dusk must now depart
but come again the evenings sweet repose
and I again will come to thee my sweet autumnal Rose

( a female figure walks out onto her balcony as he slips away silently )

Oh gentle moon why doth thou mock my aching breast
where is the heart that beats beneath so honest chest
that sings in silent secret tone
a love that's mine and mine alone
come falling stars once more deny my wishes made
and hide from me as I must hide my pain beneath this false facade


( a shadow moves beneath her balcony to follow the first retreating figure )


Know not the truth of this unspoken and yet unrequited love
is not in features scarred or in stars above
but in the foolishness of pride
that hides ones heart and ones heart must hide
for two such souls within the throes of such abandonment
should find each others arms by mortal deeds and not by wishes spent
so onward night and guise me from all prying eyes
that I may bring forth their love before the sun doth once more rise
bid thee aid me in this my hour of need
and grant success to this my honest and most heart felt deed

-----x-----

I have rejected the government
And money? An empty sentiment
This opponent rolls in life damning enjoyment
While they create a component
To control our emotions

I cannot be in the moment
When screams echo, there is no atonement
The enemy is the only bad omen
They make you feel frozen
"Good deeds" become suspicious torment

Breathe deep before the coming wave
Let your mind calm its ways
From me, they will not be saved
I will find a way to make them fade
Will it be today we fight for change?