How do we define ourselves?
adrift from life’s shores,
isolated with our thoughts
waiting for a chance encounter.
Those that are Tyrants,
are condemned for their crimes,
the realization that their Kingdom
has now become a mausoleum.
How do we define ourselves?
adrift from life’s shores,
isolated with our thoughts
waiting for a chance encounter.
Those that are Tyrants,
are condemned for their crimes,
the realization that their Kingdom
has now become a mausoleum.
Can you see beyond the horizon
Carried by one’s thoughts
Across the oceans of time
standing on the shore
I see a statue
of a man I once new
as the tide rises
the sun sets
he disappears
to return once again
with your orange beak
what will you speak
in the garden green
your feathers pristine
moving around
up and down on the ground
bring about a shape
part of the landscape
flying away
watch him go today
it wouldn’t be the same
without birds in the sky
singing their songs
discover something new
old things leave behind a mark
to trace a pattern
do your research
dig and search
for something to find
story left behind
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
Generations in the making
well trodden are these ways
footprints in time leave a path
for the chosen few to follow
along the plain and streams
bridges across rivers
over hills and mountains
different cultures of people
all colours of the rainbow
sunshine after a cloudy day
fills the sky with light
it is the evening
when the day draws to a close
and night has come
as the stars appear
a puppet show
is played out between
the sun and the moon
and the stars applaud
light of the day
slowly fade away
leave behind
and reminisce
the days change
darkness prevails
but the stars shine bright
illuminating the sky
a welcome delight