

The StormThrough an empty house The wind blew down the halls again, Empty, yet full to the brim, Of memories and of pain.The Storm
A sound like laughter A scream like fear A house that stands empty Though i'm still here.
Do you not remember? 'Twas in a storm like this? Did you not realize, Something was amiss?
The garlands on the cold stone floor, An epitaph on the wall. The candles sputter in the breeze, Though dead, not gone at all.


Children of this broken landWill Catholics and Protestants always be at war? No matter what we try to do, we have to keep the score. A legacy that we pass down, but is it really fair? Have we become too jaded? And do we even care? We think of peace as a myth, always out of reach, We always try to practice the hatred that we preach.Children of this broken land
But take my hand, and follow me, And the future we will be. We children of this broken land, Will finally get to understand, That hatreds not a way of life, We do not have to live in strife. We can pave a path anew, And after that all we can do, Is sit


Greek GoddessesThe midnight whispers through the trees The moonlight flows like silver. The sky is blushing black as death. And the stars are dancing bright.Greek Goddesses
See the woman in the stream, Washing off her sins, She is Artemis, My mistress Daughter of the hunt.
Behold the beauty in the sky Weeping on the moon. This lady is the queen, Diana Banished from the sun.
Look at the owls so wise Flocking to their mistress, Athena with her cold, gray eyes Her skin as soft as parchment.
Observe the woman clothed in death. Holding out her hand.


Souls in the nightIt's many years since you have died, And yes, i do still care, For i can find comfort, in the brightest star, For it tells me you are there.Souls in the night
I belive that shooting stars, Are lost souls coming home. Then hiding among the human race, But the sky will never go black.
For all stars return eventually, Yet i can still tell which one i love, To me you are the brightest, and you look on from above.
Ohallo.
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"...And the third sister Morgan le Fay was put to school in a
nunnery, and there she learned so much that she was a great clerk
of necromancy." --Le Morte D'Arthur Ch. I Part II.
Mother, Father...I know now what I want to do with my life.
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Sometimes you must try;
Sometimes you just die;
But sometimes you gotta die trying!
VINCERE VER MORDI!
Victory or death!!
(Even if I must die trying, I will still prevail.)
The Wind rages yet!
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from difference it's impossible to see
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to those who threathen the kind those who destroy hope those whose lives been tortured by the evil FACE THE POWER OF MY SWORD FOR IT PIERCES THROUGH ALL THATS EVIL in know it sounds like stupid but i live by my own code of knights
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hay gusy lols
Insane gallery you have here, man.
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You say anything you want about me as you please, but I am what I am and thats something you can never be.
A crooked smile with a twisted mind,
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