An Ancient Tale

Our nature sings an ancient tale,
Which blends a fright with beauty,
Which blends the fear with power,
Which blends the loss with relief.

Long before the days of memory,
Long before the days of humanity,
The Gods of Olympus roamed Earth,
The Titan War had left them weak.

The Olympians needed to be fed power,
Power fed through a Mortal's prayer,
For even the Gods wished not to die,
They tasked themselves with creation.

Creating the Mortals for this Earth,
So they may hold it as their abode,
And hold for eternity the gratitude,
In the form of prayer for the Gods.

Before Humanity stepped onto Blue Earth,
The ancient tale tells us of the creation,
Before Man and Woman walked on the grass,
They were but joined together as a whole.

The ancient tale tells us that we are split,
The tale speaks of humans having four hands,
It tells us of four feet and also two heads,
Joined at the center as two perfect halves.

But the Gods saw this, they saw Humanity's bliss,
They needed the Humans to pray to the Olympians,
But living in the state of bliss Humanity would,
The thought for praying to the Gods would be lost.

The Gods fearful of losing their Immortality,
Split the whole Human, creating Man and Woman,
Two perfect halves, torn apart for an eternity,
The action which changed the abode to a prison.

Condemning Humanity to a mad endless search,
For their other lost half in this endless world,
And when hope dwindles in the heart of humans,
They turned to prayer to the gods to give back.

To give back the half the gods removed,
Their prayers were not always answered,
Some would lose their minds in search,
the Gods didn't care, the Humans prayed.

This Was Home

I tread on a familiar journey,
To the world I adore the most,
To the people I love the most,
To the one I love above all.

The path was calm as it always was,
There were beautiful lush meadows,
A very familiar sight within my home,
The sun was shining bright as it does.

Before I knew it I was there,
Standing on the land of home,
But there was no home found,
There was no one here but me.

I looked around me quite confused,
I know I stand where my home is,
But the elements were gone away,
The one I love nowhere to be found.

I wondered, what happened here?
The world I built no longer exists?
What darkness could cause this?
What evil would seek home's theft?

I rested beneath the tree we planted,
Where we rested and lost ourselves,
Deep in your eyes was a world I love,
A world which has been taken away.

The coveted answer to my question,
Was not answered in the voice I love,
But was answered in a voice of anger,
A voice born under years of denial.

"You wonder what happened here?
I am part of the world that took it,
Your home plagued by the darkness,
A darkness born forever in my world."

"Your world existed beyond reality,
your world was built by your dreams,
I, as reality's messenger have taken it,
By bringing reality to your dreamworld."

Going Home

Always serves a solution,
To end a troublesome day,
To head on towards home,
Towards the peace of home.

Takes more than one falter,
To curse a day as mine are,
It takes the wrath of demons,
To stretch the day for years.

The long lost promise of an angel,
Had been broken an eternity ago,
The purest wish for peace in life,
Was lost by insanity stricken gods.

But matters not anymore,
My patience has been lost,
I must go back to my home,
I will find peace at home.

I built my home with my own hands,
Brick for brick, every bit of it I made,
Its walls hold within a kept promise,
A promise for peace and happiness.

The demons cannot touch me there,
Its far away from their cursed reach,
The gods cannot see my world here,
They have no way to infect my home.

The day is done, I am going home,
Resting my head and drifted away,
To the world built by my own mind,
My home which couldn't be infected.

Home still holds the promise it made,
Home has always been so beautiful,
Home to an angel as pure as you are,
Home has always been pure perfection.

Home may be lost in the morning,
But I'll return here in the nights,
When I blissfully dream of home,
The place my angel does love me.

Gladiator

This chamber is dark,
But it will have to do,
I can hear the crowd,
Howl in a lust of blood.

The door before me allows the sun,
To break through the small cracks,
Won't be long now before it is open,
And I am at the mercy of the people.

The nerves never calm themselves,
I survived the arena countless times,
I ended the lives of all my opponents,
I won the love of the howling masses.

The door swung open ever so slowly,
Allowing yet more of the sunlight in,
Illuminating the once dark chamber,
The voices of the crowd grew louder.

As I took my steps onto the sand,
Still moist from the battles of past,
Soaked in the blood of my brothers,
Amidst the roaring of drunk crowd.

I drew sword and awaited contest,
Another day the sun lights the sky,
Another day I stand in bloody game,
Demanding me to take life or lose it.

As I awaited the man I was to face,
The man who's head I shall sever,
Clean from his throat to my victory,
And flood the already red ground.

He came before me and drew sword,
Awaited me to strike first upon him,
The crowd called for bloody death,
The crowd shook the ground below.

The king took his place and signalled,
To me and the opponent before me,
To begin the fight and to entertain,
See blood spilled to live another day.

Broken Tomorrow

The Sun's rays were stolen today,
Where could that light have gone?
What force on Earth could take it?
Whose power could nullify the Sun?

The night had stretched for days,
The Sun never rose from the east,
The light seemed lost to the world,
The light which left me an age ago.

The Wind's gust was stolen today,
The dark world suffered another,
Another loss to a mystical power,
Another loss which all had wept.

No one knows what stole the Wind,
The darkness blankets the vast land,
No blissful breeze striking my face,
No calming breath of Earth to still me.

The sanctity of life was lost,
Somewhere in the darkness,
Blown away absent the Wind,
Stolen away in endless night.

My question was answered by you,
Your eyes held a truly bright light,
Light capable of blinding the sun,
Light which blinded me in my fall.

The light's dazzle was only a prelude,
To the brilliance hidden in your soul,
Your power is truly one most sublime,
Your essence is truly most beautiful.

The breeze from you which struck me,
Blew my mind to a wonderful place,
A place where the long lost treasure,
The treasure of happiness was found.

The wind of the Earth was too feeble,
To be considered equal to your gust,
One which could blow away a mind,
Which could blow one over the edge.

Steer far clear you false prophet,
I've walked upon this path before,
You take away all life's meaning,
And leave me bare absent heart.

The journey of yesterday burns today,
The wounds of yesterday yet unhealed,
The ghosts of yesterday still haunt me,
The curse of day's past hex me today.

Steer clear from me, you fallen angel,
This life has been broken like its soul,
The path behind me holds the terror,
To twist any mind beyond recognition.

Even if you truly are my saviour,
I'm afraid my strength has gone,
My spirit cannot walk your path,
The past sternly breaks tomorrow.

A Love Letter

There aren't too many words,
That can ever explain to you,
How much love exists within,
How your smile scares the dark.

I love you, you know this,
I'll always feel this way,
There isn't any other way,
That is worth to be felt.

You're a part of me,
You are the reason,
I am who I am today,
And I must thank you.

I must confess one truth,
You don't love me as I do,
I tried to quell my heart,
Change the drum it beats.

But the more I tried to do so,
The more I saw myself fade,
The harder I pushed you away,
More of my being had been lost.

I believed I was successful,
But as I stare at a stranger,
Standing within the mirror,
I see nothing worth having.

Logic and reason tell me,
That the mirror holds me,
But then why can't I see me?
What dark magic prevents me?

As I looked closer at the stranger,
I realised a long ignored truth,
As I fought that war within me,
I lost more of myself than I thought.

I don't know if this is destiny's signal,
I don't know if we are meant to be,
But I know one thing for certain,
I am meant to be the way I was.

I am who I am today,
Only because of you,
Because I love you,
Because I always will.

My heart is meant to be yours,
And that's how it shall remain,
Love is patient, and so I will be,
There's no one else worthwhile.

All the day needs to be saved,
The moment I am redeemed,
The moment I hold you close,
That moment of pure magic.

Perhaps the magic is stirred,
Because my heart is with you,
And when I hold you close,
I feel my heart once more.