I lie in wait Bow in hand To kill the terror That stalks the land The armored monster The giant beast That shatters stalls And scatters peace A fog surrounds me Cold as death But is it fog... Or the dragon's breath?
Winds are wailing, clouds are sailing On a black and roaring sea Where pain and crying, death and dying Are the only certianty Life is fading, shadows shading Every flame now fades away But day will spring, and with it bring The silver blade of dawn's first ray
They call us the Lost Ones. But we're not lost, really. As a matter of fact, we may be the only beings in this whole world that know where we are. The only ones who know what we are. Who we are. They call us lost. We kept the name, because it means something different … Continue reading The Lost Ones
I stand at the edge of the world -- my world. Waiting. For what? I don't know. I never know what may be coming. What darkness may be lurking in the shadows of the trees. What evil may be creeping toward my fortress as dusk approaches. There is no way to know what may happen. … Continue reading The Guardian
The fog was thick. Even thicker than the darkness of the starless night. No one would see him. The wind whispered in the bare branches above him as he left the cold shadow of the trees and crept toward the window. The frost on the glass reflected the bright gleam in his eyes as he … Continue reading Seen
Through life and death And every breath
They’re coming. The only thing in his mind. The only thing he seemed sure of anymore.