Darkest Dark
Darkest Dark
Brightest Light
Protect us all through the night
Kolmasa
Dark is the evil of all
Light is the good in all
The night is the time I love
Kolmasa is my prayer
Darkest Dark
Brightest Light
Protect us all through the night
Kolmasa
What is darker then Dark?
What is brighter then Light?
Why protect us through the Night?
Why is Kolmasa a prayer?
Darkest Dark
Brightest Light
Protect us all through the night
Kolmasa
The puppet is Darker then Dark
The girlfriend is Brighter then Light
The night is when the hunt beguins aguin
Kolmasa is a prayer because it is a word for power
Darkest Dark
Brightest Light
Protect us all through the night
Kolmasa
Labels: Poem's
Well Armored Pants
Flying by the seat
Of my well armored pants
I fall into the heat
Of the urban jungle
The city is large
It is smelly
It is cold to people
And warm to drunks
Flying by the seat
Of my well armored pants
I fall into the heat
Of the urban jungle
Look beyond the dirt
Under the cold cement
Find the hidden treasure
Buried deep inside
Flying by the seat
Of my well armored pants
I fall into the heat
Of the urban jungle
Labels: Poem's
Shattered Sky
Shattered Sky above
Falling ground below
Look beyond the mask
For there the world lies
The paint is peeling off
And the sight is coming back
The border is falling away
Showing the hidden light
Shattered Sky above
Falling ground below
Look beyond the mask
For there the world lies
The artist repaints the holes
And tries to hold back the border
But the paint is falling now
And the border is beyond control
Shattered Sky above
Falling ground below
Look beyond the mask
For there the world lies
Labels: Poem's
Darkened Blood Rain
Darkened blood rain
Falling on pain
Those who have suffered
Bow to Demon
The Demon rules
All fall to him
Climb the pillar High
Only to fall below
Darkened blood rain
Falling on pain
Those who have suffered
Bow to Demon
The darkened sky
Halls of pain abroad
Evil words spoken
The light shall hide in pain
Darkened blood rain
Falling on pain
Those who have suffered
Bow to Demon
Labels: Poem's
What I have Become
Dragons Blade,
Dragons Fire,
Dragons Sight,
& Dragons Speed,
Why did I lose these?
Wolves Heart,
Wolves Soul
Wolves Strength
Why did I gain these?
Manah Songheart,
Drake Shot,
Daceria,
Why do I know these?
Wait…
Drake Shot is me!
And I am a Lycanthrope…
So that’s the wolf…
I lost the Dragon…
When I learned who I was!
Manah Songheart…
She is my intertwined soul!
Daceria…
She is my good friend…
No, My best Friend!
So that’s what I’ve become,
A Wolf,
An Intertwined soul,
And a Friend.
Labels: Poem's
I'm Not Alone
A time ago
I was alone
5 fold ago
I met someone
Now I’m not alone
She is with me even now
In my shadow
In my soul
Labels: Poem's
The Hunt of Revenge
In the times of old,
There was a legend told,
That said the end was nigh,
And strangely involved pumpkin pie!
Throughout the land they searched,
The ones who were the end,
Eating the pie that was told of,
Gotten from a merchant on the open road.
The one they hunt is hidden,
In a forest that is deemed cursed,
For it was haunted by a wolf,
Who was a man in truth.
This one that was hid,
Had not even known that he was hiding!
For he was just following his day,
Hunting for a meal.
As he hid behind the tree,
Keeping an eye on his prey,
It got started and ran away
He cursed his ill luck
In till the arrow pierced the tree in front of his face
The Hunters have found there Prey!
He turned from his place,
Arrows coming close enough to touch,
And ran
But the Hunters aren’t giving up yet!
They take up the chase
Loosing arrows after there prey while on horseback
As the arrows fly they hit all around him,
Some catching the folds of his dark cloak
And few cutting narrow furrows in his skin
The horses are fast and catch up to him
The Hunters draw there blades and attempt to remove his head
The blades come close but never touch him
He goes a zigzag through the forest
And yet they stay on him
He goes routes he only knows
And they persist!
As he runs his cloak blows to the side
Showing the reason they hunt him
For he is the ‘haunt’ of the forest
He is the wolf who is Man!
He runs for his life
But those horses are fresh!
And he has been hunting in midday heat…
The third of five hunters puts away his sword
And draws his bow instead,
Firing an arrow in one clean motion
It hits the man in the shoulder
And he falls in a small rift in the earth
As he fell his hand caught a ledge
The Hunters above thought he was dead
But he was only out of sight!
He waited till nightfall,
And rose out of the rift,
Torn and battered.
He run silently and undetected
And gets to his forest home to witness a nightmare
His friends…his family…
Dead is there own blood.
His wife……is hardly recognizable,
It looks like someone took a meat grinder to her body,
She can only be recognized by her hair.
His son…….is no better off,
He looks like someone skinned him alive!
His body lies twitching on the ground,
He can only be recognized by his eyes.
And his dear friend……Manah
Has been more then skinned….
She, the wolf who was his other half…
For lycans like him have two halves.
One side is human….
One side wolf….
But the wolf half came from his other,
And his other human went to fill the gap that wolf gave.
She, his other half…
Was missing her head…
Her heart…..
And her soul…..
They…the hunters,
Took them all,
They did it because he escaped there grasp.
He decides to go….
And make them pay,
For they had taken more then his family and friends,
For they have taken his heart and soul.
He leaves his family and friends where they lay,
Only taking his blade as he leaves,
He seals the entrance of his home with the wind itself,
And goes after the hunters.
He travels for days,
Hardly eating,
Hardly sleeping,
But always after the trail of the hunters.
He follows it to the center of the Rim Mountains,
Where he finds a fortress of immense size,
And knows that his revenge lies inside.
He waits till nightfall,
And sneaks up to the only way in,
And dispatches with the guard with chilling ease.
He comes into the castle and looks around,
And finds himself in a narrow corridor,
That leads straight ahead.
He follows it for what seems like ages,
And stops at a fork in the path,
One goes forward,
And one goes left.
He goes to the left to find a dead end after some time,
And turns around to see one of the hunters that killed his family!
He draws his sword with a slight rasp,
As the hunter does the same,
And he waits for the hunter to make the first move.
As the hunter steps forward with his blade coming up,
He moves to the side dodging it,
And his blade comes down.
The blows get traded,
And to those who would watch,
It would look like a slivery dance,
A dance to the death it is…
The hunter is relaxed as he moves,
Believing that this is going to be easy,
But soon realizes who he faces!
The moves get faster,
The blades start to whistle through the air,
Yet no blood is drawn throughout it all.
He sees a hole in the Hunters defense,
And has seen it for awhile,
And takes it.
The hunter is confident
In till he fells something cold enter him
He falls thinking while his life drains from him
‘But….how? I can’t lose!
1 is gone…
4 more remain…
Where there are is a mystery for another day
Another day….
Another time…
Labels: Poem's
Endless War
In the Darkest Dark,
In the Deepest Night,
There is a Shadow.
In the Brightest Light,
On the Longest Day,
There is a Pure Light.
In the hidden Corner,
On the path Unknown,
There is a Shadowed Light.
The Darkest Dark,
The Brightest Light,
Are faced in an Endless War.
From the side,
The shadowed light,
Watches and tries to decide,
Who is Right and who is Wrong,
In this Endless War.
The shadowed light decides,
That to remain in it's corner,
it must fight for what is right,
it must fight for the Light.
Labels: Poem's
Stepping out of the Dream 2
The time has come to continue my story,
Let the light shine on the path of the story!
The first one strikes but loses his leg,
The second one moves, but it is not his day,
The third one stops and speaks me!
“You have bested my friends
And yet you don’t kill them like there dens
Why is this, my friend?”
“Because they aren’t only yours Manah,
They are my kind too, like Shana
So please stop the game and lead me to my lesson Manah”
And so we leave the forest for the moors
Both Manah and I have chosen the same doors
One of two, two are one, both have the same door
Labels: Poem's
Stepping out of the Dream 1
The dream is the same,
Is it always the game?
Yet the choice is there to escape,
Should I escape the moist dream?
Yet I choose to Hoist myself out of the dream.
I’m out of the pot and into the fire,
Why is the world out of the dream so dire?
There is a war out here in this mire.
I run for the war for it is not mine
And run into the forest till the chime
But in the forest there are wolves that wish to dine on thine
I jump to avoid the wolf’s teeth,
And get surrounded by the like a door wreath,
And I pull my sword out of its sheath.
Labels: Poem's
The Village Aflame
There is a village aflame,
And there is an army unbound.
The villagers were of the Breed,
And were being hunted like they where feed,
All because they where born of the Breed.
With the village athunder,
The chaos running asunder,
There was a runner!
The runner was only of five,
And as his parents were fighting the army he hid,
The runner was being chased by a time.
A horse riding man chased him down,
And his blade descended upon his crown,
And the boy went down.
Labels: Poem's
The Human-Wolf
There a person walked
With a great wolf and a hawk
The person was a female that saw through the eyes of a wolf
The wolf was a male that was the greatest of his kind for a wolf
The hawk was a falcon in truth, but was also the greatest like the wolf
The group of three walked in search for a runner Human
But the person was also a wolf…. A human running wolf
Like the female that keeps the fire of the wolf
They find him on the roof with the wind listening to him
But they weren’t fooled, this was the person that ran, they weren’t dim
Then the wind carried a howl that was heard by him
The human-wolf heard the howl and understood it like nature
But so did the female and the wolf understand the howl from nature
Its message was strange “Things appear Moonshadow, things that defy nature!”
Labels: Poem's
Message from the White Wolf
With the world anew,
And the dreams coming true,
The time has come for the people to believe anew!
The people have been on the run,
From the reality that has hid under the sun,
The horrors that have tried to be undone,
Have shown there face once aguin.
They can’t hid from the truth,
That has haunted the world and the proof,
Or is this only in the dreams of the wolf?
The people have shown that the proof can’t hide,
And the dreams have told that they aren’t hid,
That you must look for the signs of the coming height,
This is the message from the wolf of the white
Labels: Poem's
The World Spins Backwords
The light fades
The darkness comes
The shadows play today
The wind slows
The mountains rise
The earth moves today
The water dries
The fire burns
The flames dance today
Why do they play?
Today of all days?
Is something on the way?
Ah, the man of darkness…
The girl of light…
Is this why the world shifted today?
The man is dressed
The girl is gowned
Why is this?
The isle appears
Covered in tears
Is there blood in the air?
The man of dark stands
Naked blade in hand
Headless bodies surround him
The girl of light is in the background
A bow and arrows are in her hand
Bodies lay only feet from her
This is the day
When light turns to darkness
And the world spins backward
Labels: Poem's
The Grand Project
With the world set in motion
And the time unwound at last
Is there a chance to undo what has been done?
The Destroyers have made there move
And erased the keys of the Grand Project
There numbers and voices are too many and drown fixers
The Fixers have tried to stop it
But have only delayed it from happening
There numbers and voices are to few and small
The goal of the nameless
It was to make the Grand Project last forever
But every plan has a mistake
The nameless made the humans to keep the planet in balance
They made them in an attempt to make a creature that was able to live
Able to live through the cycles and movements of the universe
And the Grand Project
But in order to live they must have the power to think ahead
This was the Grand Project’s undoing
With the power to think humans had the power to destroy
This power was labeled the Destroyers
Yet there was a loophole they left
This hole was meant as a failsafe for the Grand Project
Because with the power to destroy comes the power to restore
This power was labeled the Fixers
Yet the Fixers where silenced because the Destroyers where too many
Even with help they couldn’t win the first trial
Yet there was a way that was overlooked
Because the Grand Project is living, it can choose what to do
It takes time for this because the Grand Project was not made to go fast
And if the Humans where to listen, they can here its decision
“You have lived and grown of my spoils
You have evolved and named me as your home-world
Yet you treat me like I don’t live”
“The choice has been hard, but if you don’t change your ways
Your time and life will end if you continue your ways
Please make the right choice and help me live my life longer”
This is the voice spoke by the water and wind
By the sky and stone it is also told
Yet we have just started to listen to it
Now that it is being listened to, will we follow what it says?
Or will the Destroyers rule once again?
Will the Fixers start to make a path for the future?
The Grand Design has told us to change in its own ways
And we need to listen to it
My choice has been made to listen to the Fixers
Do you listen to the Fixers and aim for the better?
Or do listen to the Destroyers and continue on the last path?
The choice is yours to make and yours alone
Make the choice that you feel is right.
Labels: Little Thoughts, Poem's
Dragon Powers
Dragons Blade,
Dragons Fire,
Dragons Sight,
& Dragons Speed,
Why do I posses these?
Labels: Poem's
The Sky Tonight
The dragons fly in the sky tonight,
They fly to the stars just for a sight,
For a glimpse of love in the heavens eye,
In hopes they find it before they die.
Experiencing the feeling that go by,
Feelings of just you and I.
Times when love passed the day,
While we passed the night on
The beach by the bay,
The dragons are flying,
as they see where we are,
storing our memories in there majestic hearts,
Saving them for when the bad times come,
Knowing the day will not be finished by some.
Loving all humans and frightened by none,
Knowing they’ll all out live the sun.
Born to protect all humankind,
Staying strong, with a sound mind.
Learning to live through pain and through strife,
Knowing they’ll lead the hardest life.
Teaching us love and showing us the way.
Bringing us to the planes where emotions play.
Live by the night, fearing not the day,
For in our hearts or live do lay.
My feelings of love I share with them tonight,
For I know in my heart they’ll show me what’s right.
The gypsies are the priest of the dragons we see,
Only able to call them in times of need.
And lately we’ve talked for such a great deal,
That they know in there hearts that my heartache is real.
But times go on for ages untold and the dragon’s love will never grow old.
Forever they last in perfect bliss,
A new one born with each first kiss.
There are many dragons, there are many souls,
And from your heart the can never be stole.
Labels: Poem's
Heavenly Breeze
Oh, Heavenly breeze,
Sweep over my wings,
As it carries me higher and higher,
I think about what the future brings.
Flying high, flying low,
I disappear into eternal night.
Before me the storm-clouds rage,
Howling in a constant fight.
Earth I shall never see,
I’ve lost all the Power.
My heart breaks under the weight of grief,
As I’m rising higher and higher.
Labels: Poem's
Revenge
I’ll leave the mouth of my volcano,
And I’ll destroy Thou!
I’ll destroy Thou!
The sun shall not rise,
Nor the flowers bloom,
Because I’m Thine Doom!
I’m Thine Doom!
The seas shall boil,
And the grass shall wither,
And Thou calls me a Killer!
Thou calls me a Killer!
Thunder shall hit Thou,
Blizzards shall freeze Thou,
Thou has slayed my Mate,
Thou shall share her Fate!
Labels: Poem's
A Dragon’s Love
A fiery heart,
That melts my soul,
A sharped tooth grin,
To end it all,
Those wings thee spread,
For air control,
To lift my body,
Beyond my whole,
Up to the sky,
To hear your roar,
The dragon flies.
With delicate wings,
And glittering eyes,
A magic gift,
To lift you high,
Beyond the clouds,
Into the sky,
But your flight must end,
With morning nigh,
But in my eyes,
You will always fly.
Labels: Poem's
