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A fair trade

There, as I stood watching over,
the innocent smile of yours as you leaned forward,
I tried my best, but couldn’t move any closer,
as I saw the smile fade away as if it were altered.

I looked down, at my feet which refused to move,
ask why can’t it go any closer towards you,
I looked up and tried everything to improve,
but you had already given up, to something new.

I looked back, to find a world long past gone,
You were still smiling, as if it were tiny dots.
Couldn’t we go back and stare again at the dawn,
when I could still move and hit all the right spots.

Wouldn’t that be something, to go back in time,
Would you do anything differently, knowing that where we’ll be.
Would you have even started, instead of leaving halftime,
or would you have tried desperately to make me agree.

I hope we would go back though,
cause that way, I would know,
if there was ever anything to flow,
looking below and refusing to grow.

Could I stay here for some more time,
As if you were still here, holding tight on to the light.
Could you stay here through the nighttime,
And wait till it all goes so very quite.

No, but I know you won’t stay,
for you have to be somewhere,
with someone else till it’s grey,
After all, to answer it all, it’s only but, fair.

So long



Can you hear me weep
From this hole so deep
I’ve dug my path
To the world underneath

Can you hold this light
Till I pass out tight
I want to be with you
Till it turns blue

So long, so long
You will cry when I’m gone
But I know you are strong
Let’s drive till it’s dawn

Can you hear me smile
I know it’s been a while
I would sit for hours
to listen your plan of ours

Can you wait for me
Or count to just three
I’d promise I’ll return
If only I could earn

So long, so long
In a world full of wrong
You are my moonlight
This will be our last fight

So long, so long
This battle is now done
Will you keep me
in the midst of your palm

So long, so long
I am now at peace
So don’t worry my love
Stay with your beloved dove




The Battle


Hello again stranger,
have you come to hear a tale.
Come watch the trailer,
and then choose to play the game.

There are no controls,
your wits are all you’ve got.
Lose and we take away your souls,
that’s the twist in the plot.

Travel long and far to be alone,
travel together to be known.
Travel or you will be thrown,
to the moon for there lies your throne.

Your skills are all that you must hone,
only then, you will shine on your own.
Find the key and the gate shall be shown,
in the light of darkness, do watch your tone.

Moments will come and moments will go,
but you will never be without a foe.
Worry not, for the princess is safe,
only you can dig your own grave.

Stopping is not an option for the warrior within,
all this time the line only grew thin.
Win this and the game will end,
some rules the world will also bend.

Wonder where you at in a world so vast,
after all we all are but slaves of the past.
Pray o pray we meet beyond the field someday,
let the grass grow green again as we grow grey.

The Howling Dragon

Howling Dragon


It was the spring which began,
a tale of the beast in some far away land.
Warriors came chasing a legend,
never to find any trace of the howling dragon.

Came along a shepherd boy with no sheep,
nor money to pay the barkeep.
Walking down the streets he heard the lore,
The howling dragon is on hunt once more.

The boy saw the warriors preparing,
for the march ahead to their deaths daring.
Food and water all over the floor,
Hungry and foolish the boy went through the door.

Having eaten his fill, slept he like a baby,
Had been years since dreamt his lady.
Came the morning and he opened his eyes,
Only to find himself in carriage in the desert highs.

Startled he saw above the scorching sun,
A kind warrior offered him a bread bun.
Came night again and he tried to escape,
Guarding the door was a big black snake.

Three nights and four days later they reached the cave,
of which stories said to have been visited by the brave.
Waited the warriors for the dark to fall,
the boy had learned to stand up tall.

The howls began and red became the night sky,
Silence was the answer to the warriors merciless cry.
The boy closed his eyes and hid himself,
he now wished that he was back by his bookshelf.

Out came the sun again,
and the boy saw all the blood drain.
Hope was lost or regained,
the boy did as was he was trained.

He ran as far as he could,
for he knew the ways of the wood.
The howling dragon was not a myth,
Wrote the boy on a golden monolith.

He passed on with the knowledge written,
No other soul will now be eaten.
Passed by the monolith a group of nine men,
Carried the stone all to their garden.

Men being men, saw only the gold,
built their fortune after they sold.
The nine pieces now travelled by waggon,
only one of which mentioned the howling dragon.




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