Enigmatic Dirge

My feet bleed from acres marched in righteous pride
My bones cry from weight forced by songs of humility
My muscles ache from somber joy sealed from inside
My lungs shudder within the depths of mercies endless sea.

Unspeakable joy fuels my vacant soul
Unfathomable grace clothes my tattered mind
Unbreakable hope is in my heart to hold
Unshakeable mercy in my hands to bind

Oasis and Melodies

Drops of rhapsody fell from the azure sky igniting the world,

The whispers of ocean caress the rage of the tempted earth,

Upon the parched sand we march with our bloody fists curled,

Amongst the lustrous forest we slumber in natures hearth.

The day has come and the night is dead,

Let us all stand in twilight’s stead.

Within The Shell

As I lay within my silent cocoon my wounds slowly heal

The memories of the past flutter between fake and real;

And like every other shattered soul broken after war

Even after this metamorphoses my heart will have a scar;

But while inside the sea of hope and despair

I hear the voices of my dreams whisper in my ear;

Dismay is not your purpose and pain is not your throne

Know that your past has passed and nothing is set in stone

 

Shaping The Mold

The sun has risen on my path again, a new journey has begun,

These rested hands cry out for my tools and my feet beg to run.

The stars dance as the clouds bow before my familiar gaze,

The breath of Earth spreads through the land and clears away the haze.

A new song has been sung from the lips of fate that draws me like a flame,

And now my tortured soul yearns for the birth of its true and final name.

My journeys before have forged my mind into a great and mighty tool,

But the trial that beckons for me now possesses its own secret rules.

So now that the mold is gone and my chains of rest have been sold,

It’s time to find my true self and bend the world so I can shape the mold.

Eniteo

Eyes locked shut and chained in shadow never to be released

Ninety days of savage wars reigned with no signs of peace

On broken knees and shredded hands the weary find shelter

With virtues and strength they finally break their fetters

Ninety years of peace and knowledge finally finds the key

And with blinding light from above their ancient eyes are free.

From Dry Bones

Scorched beneath the darkened sun left cracked and dry

Beaten by the starved sands tortured from the tearless sky

Buried by the shattered hopes of an army of broken souls

Bound by chains forged from countless tattered goals

Till a single speck of mist landed on the parched bones

And life was beckoned from the grim and dreary stones

Within the heart of the dusty corpse a grand oasis grew

And now the dreams old have meshed with hopes of new

Split Open

Broken on the inside with pieces stuck to the bone

This shell is eternal, stubborn and hard like stone

The rays of light seek the path hidden within the scars

But the trek is futile for I am chained within mental bars

I seek the warden who hid the keys from my sullen eyes

As my shepherd  rains crimson rain from the golden skies

I hear the drops fall upon this retched and bloody cage

But only pain and confusion oozes from my unjust rage

As the cleansing drops seep into this fragile cocoon

I feel the light of grace raise my soul with the moon

And as this scarred cocoon is slowly soaked and lit

Now fed by grace I have the strength to make it split

 

Frost

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Flakes of frozen heaven float to the ground

Each one precious and pure like a child’s dream

The wind whistles a song with a somber sound

As it freezes over the mountains clear stream

The people pray for the sun to heat the lands

As the false saints prey on their faith and love

The faithful sacrifice the blood from their hands

As they plead to their loving gods high above

The wolves in the shrine grin with dripping jaws

As the sheep give up their children with naive trust

Each one in their youth bound to lies and false laws

But soon the doors of the temple shall bend and rust

And the snow shall melt and wash away the ancient lies

And the faithful will be kept dry and safe from the diluge

But the thieves and wolves of the cloth shall suffer and die

As the innocent are freed from poverty and their false refuge.

The Guard (The Saga Part three)

With many flights behind me fate called its guard

Its face was as empty as its ageless soul was scarred

In its hand were my insecurities as sharp as death

And I could feel death and despair from his breath

I drew my blade made from my endless faith and will

And reality tensed as we both stood deathly still

The ground shook as he began to walk with empty pride

And prepared myself for I knew there was no where to hide

This battle might be long and it might be impossible to win

But for me surrender hopelessness is the single greatest sin.

 

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Broken Path

Through the thick mist of doubt and trust

we trod through dreams now turned to dust

Many have haven fallen to the blade of fear

they gave up and fell victim to its snare

They could not stand to bare the eyes of death

before it spoke they relinquished their breath

But here we stand in the midst of the aftermath

We will not fall or fear on this old and broken path.