We Dream In Color

We dream in color

And what we see

Can bring us horror

Or make us free.

 

From great green meadows

To dark and twisted plains,

From forests filled with bird song echoes

To cities and houses engulfed in flames.

 

We see the world around us

The way we wish it was

But when the nightmares find us

These visions crumble to dust.

 

All the things we’ve done

All the pain we’ve caused

In our sacred dreams will come

And there it hurts the most!

 

Fear will grip your heart

Darkness will corrode your soul

Guild will tear your mind apart

Horror will devour you whole.

 

We dream in color

Just to know

Of the hurt we’ve caused

And the pain we’ve brought…

 

 

Сън

Сънувах сън в безкрайната тъма

за далечен свят обвит в мъгла.

Там няма болка, болест и умора.

Там няма зли, подмолни, долни хора.

Надлъж и шир простира се трева,

застлана с шарено чергило от цветя.

Птички пеят из горите

и така безгрижно минават си дните.

Слънцето смее се от сутрин до вечер

Луната усмихва се, когато няма го вече.

Звездите блещукат, танцуват дори

в дива, блажена игра до зори.

Будя се аз със леко сърце

и животът прегръщам с двете ръце.

И моля се всички сънища да водят натам,

за да може този свят всеки от вас да види и сам.

Your Love Is Dead

You knew

Her every single flaw

And yet you learned

To love them all.

In darkest nights

She was your light

That shone so bright

And made things right.

Together

In your bed you lay

With nothing more

Left to say.

But then

She went away

And left you here

Alone to stay.

“I don’t love you anymore”

She said

But a stone-cold gaze

She found instead.

Love is not

A word you utter

Just to make

A person flutter.

Love is

Something you must feel

Otherwise

It was never real.

And now

You lie alone in bed

Breathing in, breathing out

Because your love is dead…

Под звездното небе

Вървим със теб
ръка в ръка под звездното небе.
Вървим нанякъде
без да знаем накъде.

Ръката ти е топла,
луната гали твоите коси,
над нас разстила се небето,
в очите ти блестят звезди.

Вървим насред полето
и няма никого навред,
зад нас остава злото,
бъдещето е напред.

Бог ще си помисли,
че сами сме ний на края на света.
Но никога не ще остана сам
щом в моята е твоята ръка.

Далеч напред показва се зората,
но нека не настъпва още, не,
за да повървим още малко
с теб под звездното небе…

Immortal

Immortality has been mankind’s dream since our first ancestors rose and walked on two feet. This dream is as unreachable now as it was then. Man was born, he lived and he subsequently died. That is still the rule of the universe. But in this space age and technology beyond imagination, is it still needed?

Picture a society where people are immortal. No one grows old, no diseases, no reasons to be unhappy. Or are there? Removing the fear of death from a human’s mind will no doubt lead to dangerous consequences. Since people are immortal they will no longer strive to find the perfect soulmate to spend their days with simply because their days will never end. We cannot expect one to spend all his waking moments with another when those moments will never end. Reading this you may find it hard to grasp but in your mind you all fear death and picturing yourself with your boyfriend/girlfriend forever must be like sending your soul to heaven right away. But an immortal human being would replace that feeling with a strive for constant change. Love will disappear and be replaced with simple lust and desire to satisfy one’s own sexual needs. And where do children fit in all this? I have a better question: what children? Immortal human beings would have no need to continue their legacy. Their own will never end. Things such as friendship, brotherhod, family, love will have no meaning, for in the first place they came to be when manking realized that all people are equal in one thing – their death. Remove this equality and you are left with millions of people living for the sake of themselves only with no thought about their neighbour, brother, mother or child.

So it appears that the death we all fear contributes to the life we enjoy. Withouth death, life hold no meaning…

An Elven Legend

Long ago, when time itself was young, the only things in existance were the sun and he land. The sun, curious about the land, bowed his head close to her body, and Elgar’nan was born in the place where they touched. The sun and the land loved Elgar’nan greatly, for he was beautiful and clever. As a gift to Elgar’nan, the land brought forth great birds and beasts of sky and forest, and all manner of wonderful green things. Elgar’nan loved his mother’s gifts and praised them highly and walked amongst them often.

The sun, looking down upon the beautiful land, saw the joy that Elgar’nan took in her works and grew jealous. Out of spite, he shone his face full on all the creature the earth had created, and burned them all to ashes. The land cracked and split from bitterness and pain, and cried salt tears for the loss of all she had wrought. The pool of tears cried for the land became the ocean, and the cracks in her body the first rivers and streams.

Elgar’nan was furious at what his father had done and vowed vengeance. He lifted himself  into the sky and wrestled the sun, determined to defeat him. They fought for an eternity, and eventually the sun grew weak, while Elgar’nan’s rage was unabated. Eventually Elgar’nan threw the sun down from the sky and buried him in deep abyss created by the land’s sorrow. With the sun gone, the world was covered in shadow, and all that remained in the sky were the reminders of Elgar’nan’s battle with his father – drops of the sun’s lifeblood, which twinkled and shimmered in the darkness – the stars…

Pleased with himself, Elgar’nan sought to console his mother, the earth, by replacing all that the sun had destroyed. But the earth knew that without the sun, nothing could grow. She whispered ot Elgar’nan this truth, and pleaded with him to release his father, but Elgar’nan’s pride was great, and his vengenace was terrible, and he refused.

It was at this moment that Mythal walked out of the sea of the earth’s tears and onto the land. She placed her hand on Elgar’nan’s brow, and at her touch he grew calm and knew that his anger had led him astray. Humbled, Elgar’nan went to the place where the sun was burried and spoke to him. Elgar’nan said he would release the sun if the sun promised to be gentle and to return to the earth each night. The sun, feeling remorse at what he had done, agreed.

And so the sun rose again in the sky, and shone his golden light upon the earth. Elgar’nan and Mythal, with the help of the earth and the sun, brought back to life all the wondrous things the sun had destroyed, and they grew and thrived. And that night, when the sun had gone to sleep, Mythal gathered the glowing earth around her bed, and formed it into a sphere to be placed in the sky, a pale reflection of the sun’s true glory…

~~Dragon Age: Origins, Codex Entry~~

Alindra And The Soldier

A long time ago there lived a fair maiden called Alindra. She had many suitors, but spurned them all, for she did not love them.

One day, Alindra was sitting by her window in her father’s castle, singing and dreaming, when her lovely voice caught the attention of a young soldier. Entranced by her song, the soldier drew near to Alindra’s window. As their eyes met, he fell in love with her, and she with him.

When Alindra told her father about the man she had chosen, he was furious, for Alindra was high-born, but her love nothing more than a common soldier. To keep them apart, he had Alindra imprisoned in the highest tower of his castle and sent her soldier to the wars.

Alas, not a month had passed before news of the soldier’s death reached Alindra. Alone in her tower, Alindra wept for her love and beseeched the gods to deliver her from this cruel world. So ernest was her plea that the gods themselves were moved. They gathered Alindra in their arms and lifted her high into the heavens, where she became a star. The gods also raised up the soul of Alindra’s soldier and there he dwells, across the horizon from her. The band of stars between them is a river of Alindra’s tears, cried for her lost love.

It is said that when Alindra has cried enough, she will be able to cross the river to be reunited with her soldier…

Ballad Of Ayesleigh

the wind that stirs
their shallow graves
carries their song
across the sands 

heed our words
hear our cry
the grey are sworn
in peace we lie 

heed our words
hear our cry
our names recalled
we cannot die

when darkness comes
and swallows light
heed our words
and we shall rise

~~Dragon Age: Origins, Codex Entry~~

If You Just Close Your Eyes

I’m walking on an empty beach. The sun is setting behind me giving off its final rays of light and warmth in the dying day. Not a soul on the sand. The people are already leaving the ghostly town that used to be busy as a hive in the blazing days of the season. Now it is just an empty shell with desolate beaches and closed hotels.

I’m walking through the sand. Long forgotten footsteps cross the beach and lead to the water. I stop and turn the way they are going. I close my eyes and see a little boy running through the sunny beach and into the water, splashing it wildly around. It makes me smile.

I continue through the sands to the end of the beach and the road that leads to the town. I stop at the empty parking lot. Something is shimmering on the pavement. I walk closer and find a coin. I close my eyes and see a man tripping on a beach ball and a hale of shiny coins hist the pavement.

Continuing down the road through a small forest I hear the waves crashing on the rocks. The thunder is multiplied tenfold by the giant trees. I stop for a moment and listen in awe. The sounds remind me of a summer storm sweeping through the coastline with tremendous force and speed and then disappearing as fast as it has come. I see the first hotels at the end of the tree line. I walk in the town. I close my eyes. I see crowds walking the road to the beaches. Around them is a small galaxy of colorful shops and boots selling everything you can imagine. Towels are drying on nearby terraces resembling heraldic flags of ancient fortresses.

I reach the end of town and stand at the road leading to the big cities where all the people have gone back to. I close my eyes and see a car driving slowly out of town. There’s a man, a woman and a little girl in the car. Just as I’m about to lose sight of the car I see the girl’s face on the rear window. She’s looking back to the endless summer nights, the sun, the beach, the sea…She’s looking back to the hopes and dreams that emerge only under the blazing skies and over the scorching hot beaches…

You can also see them if you just close your eyes…

Singularity

“Why does the sun shine?” the little girl asks me with eyes full of confusion and thirst for an answer. I don’t know what to say. Is it because without the sun life will be impossible? Like there is some unknown force behind the universe that nurtures and protects its seeds – us. Or is it because the laws of physics are that strict and the sun is just a star destined to live, burn and die out?

“Then why does it rain?” she asks me again and I find myself even more perplexed than the first time. Is it because Mother Nature cries for the way we people treat her children? Cutting down forests to build settlements we could have built elsewhere, hunting with swarms of deadly weapons to satisfy the needless but endless hunger, stockpiling like there is no tomorrow… Or is it because the moisture in the clouds above us condenses and falls back down to earth?

“Why does it get dark again?” she shoots her next question with relentless precision. Why? Is it a symbol of the battle each and every one of us wages inside of himself between good and evil? Between light and darkness? While in the light we go on about our lives and try to get through life, in the dark the beasts come out. Rapists, thugs, killers, child abusers… Or is it because the Earth orbits the sun in such a manner that every corner of the planet goes through the endless cycle of day and night?

“Where do storms come from?” she asks me yet again and this time I get frustrated. Her questions are so simple and demanding, yet to them there is no clear answer. Are the storms the fury of our planet when her patience wears thin? Is she trying to intimidate us into caring a bit more about her? Or are they just static electricity building up in the higher levels of the atmosphere?

“Why do flowers come out in spring?” she is holding a tulip in her little hands. I know the answer to that one but I hesitate to tell her. Hope…It is because of the hope we need to keep on living and never give up no matter what we face and who we lose. It is the way our planet caresses our wounded hearts and whispers in our ear that everything will be ok. That is why flowers come out in spring. But I dare not tell her. She should live her life in joy and happiness while she can and not merely survive only to see another spring and have hope restored to her heart.

“Why am I so sad?” her voice is trembling. I can feel tears coming to her eyes. She is terrified by the answers I am not giving her. She feels there is something wrong. About me, about the world, about everything. She knows things are not as they seem and that behind my smile I am broken down into little pieces, sobbering among the shards of my broken dreams. She feels it and her eyes glitter with tears of compassion.

“Why do people go to war?” she cannot hold back her tears anymore. “I don’t know” I finally utter these three words coming out from the bowels of my soul. I must muster all my strength and willpower to say them without bursting into tears with her. “People are not what they seem to be” I’m finding it harder and harder to breathe. Her eyes pierce mine and the clarity of the child’s gaze envigorates me. “But not all of them are evil. Remember that!”

“Then why do good people have to die?” I now notice she is holding a picture of a woman in her hand. It all becomes clear now. The questions, the sadness, the pure understanding in her eyes. She is an orphan. Her questions have gone unanswered for so long she could no longer hold them back. She was not a little girl inside. She was a woman carying the same burden I was. Tears veil my vision and fall to the floor mixing with hers.

“Did God make you?” she grabs my arm and gazes into my eyes. “Yes”. “Did God make me?” her eyes are so painfully clear. I feel as if they are burning holes in my skull. “Yes” I barely say the word under the pressure of the enormous sadness I feel while looking at ther. “Who made God?” I can no longer speak. I take her in my arms and walk away. My tears are falling down like heavy drops of rain on scorched earth.

In time I will answer all of her questions. In time she will become a young lady, she will marry, have children and maybe even relay my answers to them. But until then I know that I would give my life to protect the purity she represents. And when one day I grow old I will remember her little face and enthralling eyes gazing into mine and I will lie down and die in peace, knowing that at one time in my life I have been free of the pollution and darkness of this world, that I have been pure and good…And all this in the moments I was sitting there in front of her, looking in her eyes and finding answers to her questions…