grey days
lead to contemplation
of sunnier times
when all those around you
have lost their way
when the fog of doubt
clouds the mind
and the notion of thought
becomes an ocean
and the stars no longer shine
where is that compass of mine
grey days
lead to contemplation
of sunnier times
when all those around you
have lost their way
when the fog of doubt
clouds the mind
and the notion of thought
becomes an ocean
and the stars no longer shine
where is that compass of mine
Over the avenue of discord
I have seen the fall of mankind
And the unproductiveness
Of life’s degeneration
And upon realizing this
A descision has been made
To safeguard against further damage
Carrying forward a decree
That will see a return to order
Within chaos their is change
And were their is change
Fortune occurs making this a chance encounter
To reestablish the beginning of said decision
A tear from a King
can turn a desert
into an oasis
Peace in our times
means to covert War
battle fields are drawn
lessons of the past unlearned
the future is here
camouflage beginnings
a skirmish starts
war wages
battle games ensue
the pawns are sacrificed
stalemate
never ending battlefield
when one sees
to the ends of the earth
what encompasses
has it’s worth
bring forth a new beginning
write down the meaning found
let the old ways pass
to be distributed around
make way for them
for they have seen the light
to banish darkness
that comes at night
through all that has been discovered
what has been revealed
to dream of each other
the reality is sealed
As we improve our status
the people around us change
birds calling to each other
during the day
different sounds made
from light to dark
each moment shared
a conversation of the world
as earth is placed within it’s own time
the morning like the evening
listening to their calls
knowing all would be something
than nothing at all
the time has come
to search for the truth
in an unjust land
leaving behind only doubt
taking the essentials
preparing for the coming onslaught
peace shall be found
when war has been raged
and the landscape ravaged
those that resist enslaved
have now found their freedom
in the one chosen to liberate them
he embarks on an adventure
with a surprise, the price of coin
monsters to defeat
the day of reckoning
with Roach by his side
and the bard playing the lute
witches call him:
invading his dreams
of destiny foretold
and although it may seem
that their are few, who love him
a message is written here
right below his name
The Witcher