I can see what you see not.
Vision milky then eyes rot.
When you turn they will be gone
Whispering their hidden song.
Then you see what cannot be!
Shadows move where light should be.
Out of darkness, out of mind.
Cast down into the halls of the blind…
~Diablo the Game (by Blizzard Entertainment)~
When you are touched by a hand full of love, you fly. Your minds goes blank and your soul soars higher and higher untill ouf of sight. People describe these moments as ‘the only thing worth living for’, but are the consequences worth it?
Nothing lasts, but nothing is lost. One day she will go away. She sill say that things are getting too serious for her or any reason she can think of at that current moment. Later she may regret it but she will never let you know, leaving your mind wounded adn thinking that it is all your fault and you have done something wrong. After the coveted touch goes away your heart will fade and become incapable of any feeling for a week at least (in the best scenario) or forever…
After the touch is gone you will think that you will never love another. And that is the worst part - when the love sickness affects your mind. You can’t think straight, you are unable to concentrate, simple operations like solving a crossword puzzle take you at least an hour. Your mind would be unable to adapt to the fact that she is gone. Something that has occupied your thoughts for so long is now nowhere to be found…
After the touch everything dies. You struggle to survive and swear you will never let this happen again. Then comes the touch again and the wheel is set in motion all over again…
How do you know
If you are alive?
By the pain you have felt
Or the joy in your life?
How do you know
That you have a soul?
Is it something you feel
But cannot control?
Your soul is alive
It thrives and it sings
It flies while you sleep
On wings made of dreams.
It hums and it chants
An ethereal sound
A magical melody
A tune heard all around.
Your soul let’s you know
It is still there
And while you are still breathing
It won’t go anywhere…
In the shadows
In the light
I confront my fears
In the darkness of night
Every morning
Every night
I start a day
That ends in fight
Every conflict
Every fight
I crush the fears
They run and hide
But once they run
And once they hide
They rise again
Ready to fight
I tremble in fear
And prepare for the night
For next time they come
I may lose the fight…
When earth is sundered, and skies choked black,
And sleepers serve the seven curses,
To the hearth there comes a stranger,
Journeyed far ‘neath moon and star.
Though stark-born to sire uncertain,
His aspect marks his certain fate.
Wicked stalk him, righteous curse him.
Prophets speak, but all deny.
Many trials make manifest
The stranger’s fate, the curses’ bane.
Many touchstones try the stranger.
Many fall, but one remains.
~~The Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind (”The Stranger”)
seven trials
What he puts his hand to, that shall be done.
What is left undone, that shall be done.
first trial
On a certain day to uncertain parents
Incarnate moon and star reborn.
second trial
Neither blight nor age can harm him.
The Curse-of-Flesh before him flies.
third trial
In caverns dark Azura’s eye sees
And makes to shine the moon and star.
fourth trial
A stranger’s voice unites the Houses.
Three Halls call him Hortator.
fifth trial
A stranger’s hand unites the Velothi.
Four Tribes call him Nerevarine.
sixth trial
He honors blood of the tribe unmourned.
He eats their sin, and is reborn.
seventh trial
His mercy frees the cursed false gods,
Binds the broken, redeems the mad.
one destiny
He speaks the law for Veloth’s people.
He speaks for their land, and names them great.
~~The Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind (”Seven Visions of Seven Trials of the Incarnate”)~~
Across rivers and moors
Over mounts and vales
A castle stands proud
A building of tales…
With black stone on the walls
And towers piercing the sky
A platinum dragon on top
With wings spread to fly…
The land is Drakonia
Ruled by a glorious queen
With her loyal guard
The Dragon’s Thirteen…
Drakkar their leader
A black dragon’s heir
With eyes blue as the sky
And charred black hair…
They would serve their queen
Mighty and proud
Through life and death
Thus have they vowed…
When the castle is in danger
And the air battle brings
The Queen sheds a tear
And a prayer she sings…
The knights kneel down
Among clatter and blood
And sing with their queen
And the eyes with tears flood…
She sings of the land
She sings of the seas
She sings of life
And how death she sees…
The Queen is praying
The knights stand up
The Dragon’s Thirteen
Would never give up…
Twice as strong
They strike down their foe
They slaughter and kill
While the tears continue to flow…
* * *
Drakkar kneels to his Queen
The battle is won
He has many wounds on his chest
But he only feels one…
The Queen lays a hand
On the warrior’s chest
She kisses his lips
And his heart puts to rest…
Whoever threatens her
Shall see only death
He will fight for his Queen
Until his last breath…
In the light of the moon
Of parents unknown
With a heart of a hero
A boy was born…
He was named after the stars
Orion - they called him
With hopes that in life
The moon will guide him…
The boy grew strong
In both body and mind
He mastered the arts
Of combat and magic combined…
And one day he left
On a quest long forgotten
To find out what
On this world had brought him…
He walked fast with no rest
The Moon Temple - his goal
He walked mighty and proud
With destiny under his control…
There he fought fiery dragons
And bloodthirsty beasts
He fought Black Knights
And their dark priests…
And at the top of the temple
Covered in his blood
He raised arms to the moon
And on the ground thud…
The moon shone bright
And bathed the boy with its light
It carried him to the skies
For he was the Moon’s glorious knight…
And now at night
When you look at the sky
You see Orion
Willing to fight and ready to die…
Ten centuries shall the fortress stand
Walls of spirit wrapped in walls of fire
And horned lords shall bow their heads
To one not yet born, of the darkest sire
One century of blood and strife
The moon shall darken and none know why
The resting place at last is found
Of the Seventh who soared so high
Last daughter of a forlorn line
Shall guide him into history
Beneath the crypts prophecies clash
The war of ancient enemies
I see angels in my dream
With white wings and pretty faces
With joy they beam
The sky, them, embraces…
I see angels with my eyes
They bring me hope and mirth
In shining guise
They deny sadness birth…
I see angels outside
Playing in blue skies
They see me but they don’t hide
And then all despair dies…
I want to go out
And play with them, giggling
Desire in me spouts
But something beside me is wiggling…
I see an angel in my lap
Peacefully lying
And with my love I wrap
The girl resting here, sighing…
She sighs for the sky
She longs to be free
She needs to fly
But her chains need a key…
She’s left the skies
To come down and love me
And to my surprise
She does not want the key…
” I’m happy” she said
Just being with you
Give me no key but instead
Show me your love so true ” …
Beautiful girl
Sent from above
You make my mind swirl
You’ll forever have my love…
