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~The Forgotten~ Written in ink and signed with blood, burried in tombs now rust and mud, Locked away few none to find, hold the keys the few remind, Put to death the crimson flow, Rested intombs of cursed bestow, Silver eyes to lead the path, thru the trees the forest of wrath, Cut away and concrete built, lost our way the secret's melt, Written in blood and etched in night, burried beneath the secound sight All one ream no vails to hold, all one place the perceptions unmold, Like amicroscope the view to change, Never moved the world does rearrange, How many know this trick of trades where the line between light and dark fades. What is light but for a populus whole, what is dark for for personal group's goal? What is good but creation to unfold, what is evil but preservation and transformation to mold? Moral ways of slaving hearts, Mortal bounds no understood parts, Written in night and etched in stars, some still whisper and hold the scars, How many will listen, how many will know,How will come the talents grow? The war unfolds the vales grow thin, war to spill over to all worlds with in, Crimson lands now born of fire, Ebon lights the souls of aeyr. Returned from tombs and paths of old, to see how man can be saved with tales unfold
May The Shadow Hold thee Safe, The Moon Light thy Path And The Wind Aid Thy Steps. May You Still Feel Small When You Stand Beside The Eternal Ebon Vale Of Twilight's Keep
Delemonico · Wed Nov 12, 2008 @ 10:26am · 0 Comments |
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