My FamilyWhen left without hope,so-calledFamily, friends desert me.I'm adopted now,by a new family.God as my Father,Nature as my Mother,Thunder as my brothers,Lightning as my sisters.Dragons as my friends,Devils as my enemies,I lead a hard life,one that will become no easier.I fight now so others won't need to. I'm kinnda glad my bio. family dosn't care,because my real family would eat them for breakfast.
I'm Not SorryI can't say I'm sorry,I can't apologize...I'm a life taker and a heart-breaker,I'm a soldier and a friend,impossible is not in my creed,nothing can stand in my why when I'm right,just hope that when I come,that I know that I'm wrong first,I'll listen.
SometimesIf you want me to care,you all but have to say a word,enlighten me with your sorrows.If you stay quiet forever,and never let me in,how can I make it better?Come close,warm yourself by our fire,and whisper so no other can hear.I will make you laugh,I will make you cry,but I will make it better.Promise.
At My TableThis is my table,strong and sterdy,unmoving to the elements.Anyone is welcome here,all you hyprcrits,and people who think I'm fickle.Come and rest, and settle down for a chat,let me hear your woes.By the time,the food is served,and everyone is still in place.I have dragons and dragon hunters,sinners and rightious,hunters and pray,human or not... seated at my table.All the infulental souls of my life,by one way or another,seated here in peace.Three souls come to the table late,while all are seated,I give my seat up at the front,and offer the other two a seat in the back.In the front, the One wh
True NightThe chirp of a cricket,and the reseding of the sun,marking the day's end,and the night's new kingdom.Evil people think, Evil is the night,but on the contra'r,the night holds the good.Even the smallest light can cast long shadows,the moon comes to rule,stars dance across the sky in a silently,Fireworks paint the sky, to light-up the darkness,how can you compare this to Evil?The working family lays down to rest,Evil sleeps mosltly,only the brave or foolish go out.Fireworks paint the sky, glow-sticks thrown across clearings,to light-up the darkness.The fire is made, to keep out the chill,as we lay down
Words...They can kill,or make you laugh...Make us stutter and quake,some are immune,but not many.Dragons don't care much about themusing them sometimes without thinking,but I still feel the effects,and find myself growing immune,slowly.A single one can spark an idea,while collections can captivate minds for centurys.People can search for the meaning of one,and never fully comprehend it.While someone can open a book,and have that language at their fingertips.Stop your ignorece,I have fallen to far.But you,you can make this diffrence,you can do what I failed.I'll rise again from my mistakes,because that's the