RoseTell me, What is a rose without its thorns? A rose without its thorns will whither quickly and be left for dead, However, a rose with thorns that is firmly rooted will flourish in even the most rot infested wasteland. The beauty and strength of those are difficult to match, so they will not fall into the hands of those they do not wish to.
Fields of WhiteAs I wander through a field of snow, the flakes cut and tear at me. I am without a place to call my own. I pass through a city, the houses and taverns full, or too loud. The houses I pass offer me a glimpse into lives that I had never known.. Some of companionship, some of ruin. I pass them by as well; they wouldn't open doors to a stranger. No, I left that city, for even though I may have been able to enter an open tavern, the cost would always be that which I could not give. I left that city, back to the fields and stars, letting the ice rake my skin as I passed through. There, is where we were. Our kind doesn't live in the cities..So, though we may wander far from the cities, my home will always be with you; no matter where we may chose to rest. The snow covers the tracks of the past, and a soft wind scatters the path in front of us. But in the depths of my soul, I know that as long as I follow you, I will be following my home.
Silence in soundWhen I walk through the night so dark,I hear an old dog mournfully howl.And when I see the moon shining red,I too, wish to join the dead.So in this darkness as my cowl,I shall never leave my mark.For I am silence in a world of sound,Never heard, never seen.Forgotten and tossed,My happiness, I have lost.All I know is what could have been;All which remains is my blood on the ground.These thoughts are not my own,And yet they belong to me.My anger turns into a roaring thunder,Never to tear the world asunder.When will I ever be free?That answer may never be shown.I hear the distant death-bell ring,And silently defend my 'friends.'But they run from me in shame,Cursing and spiting at my name.But I shall forgive their ends,And wait for the bell, for my name to sing.What could this mean?When we spoke, my mindLulled to ease.My thoughts ended,I hope you're not offended,But in that calm breeze,Where you were so kind;My mind for once felt clean.Though my mind screams