The narrator sees in different views,
And goes along his line.
Within the churches many pews,
He writes within his time.
In every thing said and done,
The eyes are gone,
And time goes on,
As writing begins anew.
The TV sputters,
The telescope in hand,
It shudders.
Such is the way of many views,
And the narrator sees the eyes
Of those who must not see.
His story is told and
The age goes old,
And strokes take hold of you.
True, Time may pass slowly,
And those who travel its waters
Are in our time only an instant.
Most do not stop,
For they see no reason to.
Yet there is very little
They do not see.
However
Given the opportunity,
One may speak with them.
One may say to them,
"Who are you?"
"What are you?"
"How did you get there?"
"Why did you go there?"
Their answers are few,
And the questions abound
About the answers the give.
Why? One might think.
It's really quite simple.
They've been there so long,
They may have forgotten.
The waters that Time flows through,
Can be choppy or calm,
And things can be scary,
Not matter how long one st
The wolf awakens,
Smelling the sweet winter air.
Her fur doesn't seem to match.
The snow speaks.
"Why do you not look as we do?"
The snow spoke in a soft, whispering voice,
Like the wind in the trees,
Or a small child,
Sighing at her lost dog.
So the wolf replied,
"I come not from here,
I have seen very little snow before.
However I am young,
And have little age.
Am I somewhere new?"
The snow replied,
"No you are not.
This is your birthplace.
Look up, to see the face of one you love."
The wolf did so,
and there sat her father,
regal in his majesty,
yet strong and determined.
His fur was white,
Just as the snow surro
I carry a secret.
My true name is not what I tell him.
Such a danger that name holds.
He watches always,
Waiting for any mistake.
My voice and shape are altered,
And the Triangle within me
I must protect it.
He wishes to have them all,
And with that comes eternal darkness.
My hope lies with the Hero.
His sword shall pierce the darkness he has brought.
My harp shall take him to the places he must go.
Yet what could happen if he should fail?
These seven years have not been kind to the world.
The evil unleashed everyday,
That is something I wish never to have happen to him.
He must not fail.
He will not fail.
The Ocarina sh
One can only wish for one life,
And how one uses it is their path.
This is the story of my paths.
I have walked the paths of many lives in my time.
My spirit lingers,
Never moving on to that next world.
I have seen and heard so much over these years.
The birds in the trees?
Yes, I have been one.
Taking wing is something to which there is no comparison,
And the breeze beneath you lingers, even after you land.
Yet I passed with little pain,
Smoothly and serenely.
Have you ever been to the world of the ocean?
I have.
Yet I have been there in forms you may never see.
I was the current that took the sea life to where they were goin
To the west winds
We request a gale like none before.
Out enemies gather,
And preparations must be made.
Our ships need wind in their sails,
So the winds we must call upon to open them full.
The enemy we fight,
They have a weapon like none before.
He is a man who we once bore in our village.
He is a monster.
His family he slew,
And for this, he was exiled.
His army is large,
And they follow his every whim.
Yet our land…
We will defend it till death takes us all!
And on the other side of the ocean,
With the wind blowing hard,
The Dark Knight of Rekan gave a speech
that would lead to victory.
It began with a simple hail
Let fire burn,
And rain fall.
The oceans churn,
And men stand tall.
The earth moves,
And winds howl.
Let fly the doves,
And never scowl.
Peace be upon you,
And never despair.
For the light of the Lord
Is filling the air.
He looks down upon us.
We see what He wills.
The fish in the sea,
Are filling their gills.
Nothing is certain,
And lies can be said,
But worry not on the new,
And not on the dead.
Life is too short,
There can be no forever,
And those who do not follow him,
Can be rather clever.
Do not tarry from this path,
I entreat you on this.
Your mother will leave you
On the wings of a kiss.
I too must leave,
The Reaper
he comes.
Ever closer
Closer
His gaze fixed upon you.
His hand,
Unseen,
Closer,
Closer.
You're blood runs cold.
You're heart looses beat.
Your mind slows.
Death closes,
Closer,
Closer.
He's at your throat,
And he wount stop.
A door opens,
and you draw
Closer,
Closer...
I am born of the natives of the Planet
Mother has told her mission to me.
I must bring a golden age that she could not.
But they stand in my way.
My puppet tries to resist my will,
But fails at every turn,
The big man with the gun arm,
He stumbles along behind,
And can not stop my rise.
The woman fighter,
She fawns on my puppet,
As Mother fools her to think,
That he is who she thinks he is.
The tiger creature,
Intelligence though he may have,
Has no idea what We have planned.
He is too young for his species.
The pilot,
His bumbling will cost them dearly,
And his skills cannot stand up to a good blade.
The toy, well
His b
The wolf awakens,
Smelling the sweet winter air.
Her fur doesn't seem to match.
The snow speaks.
"Why do you not look as we do?"
The snow spoke in a soft, whispering voice,
Like the wind in the trees,
Or a small child,
Sighing at her lost dog.
So the wolf replied,
"I come not from here,
I have seen very little snow before.
However I am young,
And have little age.
Am I somewhere new?"
The snow replied,
"No you are not.
This is your birthplace.
Look up, to see the face of one you love."
The wolf did so,
and there sat her father,
regal in his majesty,
yet strong and determined.
His fur was white,
Just as the snow surro
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I am indeed back for a while, hopefully a lot longer than normal! Anyway, I'm sorry to all those who've been watching me and making deviations and great art that I'll never come close to creating.
First, I have deleted everything from my files and starting afresh. Again, sorry if I offend, and I'll try to be more vigilant in my checkings of my account in the future.
On a lighter note, I've finished high school, and my writing is just beginning to come back to me. I'll have some stuff here shortly. Also, I have some photos that I've been saving for a special occasion, and I feel as if that's arrived. So I'll get to work uploading those.
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It's true, I'm still alive and kicking. It's just been hectic around the house and whenever I get the time to do anything, something else comes up - be it the play, the musical, homework or social engagements, my life has been crazier than an Inuyasha Otaku at AnimeCon with 50 Seshies. (Forgive me if I misspell.) And I apologize to any whom that may offend. Still, I'm going to be adding some photos that I've been taking. Hope you like. They've got my kitty in 'em!
My birthday it is!! Great presents I got!! A MacBook and cash! Much cash!!! :D :boogie: :dance:
I have surpassed have half a thousand pageviews. HAPPY I AM!!!
Try to come up a quiz I will!
But enough about me...Time for quiz...I'll stop talking in that weird manner as well...I hope....
{Section 1} Things you are doing right now.
Listening to music...
What kind?
Playing games...
Which ones?
Video games?
Board games?
Eating...
What?
Cereal?
Pie?...I hate pie...
{Section 2} Random stuff...
Do you have pets?
What kinds?
their Names?
Electronics...
What kinds?
What programs?
"The 1st player of this "game" starts with the topic "6 Weird Habits/Things About Yourself" and people who get tagged need to write a journal about their 6 Weird Habits/Things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says "You are tagged" in their devPage comments and tell them to read yours..."