A tear from a King
can turn a desert
into an oasis
A tear from a King
can turn a desert
into an oasis
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
take shelter from the gathering storm
we wait for it to pass
but we know in our hearts
fear prevails
as our surroundings darken
a path is found within
to lead us away to safety
what remains
cannot be unbroken
like a child
fragile to begin with
then as strength returns
so shall we find in ourselves
the depth of courage
against disparity
and awaken a truth
a burden of which we carry
let the rain fall on me
as I see my future
in a distant land
of neon lights
and concrete dreams
developing each moment
the fathomless beginning
a knowing purpose
transcendent being
Is the moon watching me
as the stars pass by
in the night sky
can we still see them
during the day
the present blue
then covered by clouds
from the unknowing void
laid out before us
shaping the land into green
across the valley and upstream
where forests are cleared
a range of fields divides
replaced by mountain sides
through hillside pathways
across dual carriageways
the view of colours change
as civilisation has no end