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hollow darkness, filled with nothing of the light. Hate.Jelousy. Vanity.unforgiveness.Dark. Nothing to be loved, nothing to be lost. Nothing anyone should have. Nothing anyone deserves. So why the light? Why the love? This thing doesn't deserve it and and the light should not bare it. For it should be forgotten. Should be dismissed. Should be thrown to the side and nothing less. Should be burried and should be burned. Nothing to be here for and nothing to give. So why the light that shines on it and takes the brunt of its blow? Why should it be loved and care for when its nothing but trudge?

Epic- Heroes fall

A man in shining amour
Not a man no more
Fallen from his stead
To get up once more to fallow in his footsteps.
To bring the sword from its stone.
To carry it into battle for
Freedom
And
His home
Charging with a battle cry!
Excalibur held high
The one called Arthur will not pass you by
Though the castles have fallen and the stone is no more
The champion who has fallen
Has risen once more
Castles made of sand and homes made of brick.
The horse is now a Mustang with an automatic stick
His life is a new one, but his is still there.
The spirit of Arthur and his loving Guinevere






Elegy- Lost to the ocean

Singing my sweet lullaby
As the waves leap high
A window to his world and mine
Our sorrow by and by
Leaving me with only the sky
As you go sailing by
Off to some world unlike mine
Losing you to the tide
Now I sit here sighing high
Above the waves and below the sky
The windows depict my sigh as
I sing the widows lullaby