The Witcher

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

Memories of time

memories 

the reflections of time

distance themselves 

to an unknown place

upon the upheaval 

of memory

 

lost are the stars

to which we call home

trying to find ourselves 

when dreams end

life begins 

a new story

 

what shapes our soul

is it the experiences we have

that help us realise 

our true purpose in life 

or is it the realisation

that all this can change 

Dream of love

when I dream of her

it is she that manifests 

apart of me lays hidden 

waiting for it’s match

a seamless interwoven catch

looking across from where we start

to break even a heart to heart

as I lay awake 

my dreams unfold 

a stream of ever knowing love

 

she broadens my horizons

the light of truth

reflected in her eyes

show me the path of salvation

a blessing in disguise