I Won't Fadethere you are standingapart from those who youbelieve still love youbelieve still carebut life is deceptivethe truth is gonefake love for a fake heartclinging to what wasyou'd give anythingto return to the pastto fix your mistakesbut it's too lateyou drove away everyoneyour wifeyour lifemeyou tried to change meto fix my "problem"but I won't fadeyou can't wear me down
Whispersbeneath my skinlies the devil restrained withinwaiting for the chanceof releaseknows his powerlimitless frightvictims cry and cowervanishing into nightlying in your dreamsstalking your mindnothing is what it seemsabhorrent of any kindnow the hour draws neargloom looms on edge of sightdrawing fearful tearsthoughts in frenzied flighthaunt he didfor many a yearsince I was a kidbut pleas fell on deaf earsno one believed my talethe monster lives onaegis of light will faildevoured and gone
Laura's MenagerieHidden within an iron cast,Lies cultivate in her past;Reviving pain from years far back,She sighs as horses trot outside with resounding clack.Returning with the darkened coffer,She wishes remorsefully she hadn't refused the offer;A night full of city lights,Touring around to see the sights.Yet comfort remained in this box,Guarded securely by key and lock;Holding a cargo too precious to show,Too brittle to throw,More valuable than she knows.In this box is an assembly of glass,Shards of crystal held fast;Glittering within a velvet cell,Resting peacefully in the soft shell.But they are not what they seem,Carved in the like of creatures reality and dream;A myriad of glistening pets,Arranged neatly in pristine sets.They lift her spirit and give her hope,Help her bear the world and help her cope;Release her dreams from a prison of past;Sustain her in a world that moves too slow,Guarding her against her self-esteem,Her lack of confidence,Her foe.
Chronicles of a Ranger I + IIIntroduction The continent of Faerūn houses a myriad of races and creatures. Of all these, the elves are best known. They have prospered since the dawn of time and continue even to this day. Their cities are wondrous works of architecture and their musical talents are rivaled by none. For this very reason, many bards and virtuosos tend to add Elven phrases and use Elven instruments to enhance their performance. Elves are highly skilled at harnessing the magical weave of Toril and do so in the form of spells and enchantments. Some of the most famous wizards and sorcerers have Elven roots in their heritage. The physical makeup of Elves is similar to Humans and yet infinitely different. An average Elf stands from four and a half to five and a half feet tall and weigh more or less a hundred pounds. Elves are very graceful, possessing heightened natural dexterity but are frail and cannot take muc
TiesSometimes I wonder when I look to my friends,Why are you here beside me?What motivates your loyalty?Your kindness?Your generosity?You?Is there something else to emotion?A hidden idiosyncrasy veiled from sight,A sparkle of insight within the commotion,An epic esoterism within a chaotic mind?From the outside we reciprocate,We return the affection.An exchange of jumbled thoughts and words,Sorted instantly by a reassuring embrace,Dispelled by the calm demeanor of a caring face.And what of family?Deep seeded love of blood,Stretching to the ends of time,Limited solely by physical constraints.Yet in reality how thin would such bonds grow?If a damaging element was introduced,Would the ties hold?It is these questions I shall ponder upon,Across the lengthening months,Wearing holes in my threadbare patience,Wound in the grasp of forbidden enigmas,Shielding dark secrets from prying vision.
Your DecisionWhat do you see,When you look into my eyes?A livid dream?A horrid surprise?I need to know,How you stand,Whether I can stay by your side,Continue to hold your hand.These days grow thin,My hear stretches beyond its confines,Searching for truth that hides,Belief that blindly runs.In your thoughts is the question,One you have considered for some time now,What is your decision?Are you willing to take the leap?Some doubts lay etched in doubt,Sullen reminders of past pain,Unruly tingles and tears mingled with apprehension,Just below the lids of your eyes.So now I stand here,Open to the world and its sight,Waiting for the due answer,Sealed behind trembling lips.But it is alright,I can wait longer,It would be another drop in the sea,Another glint in my eyes,Holding out eternal against love's demise.