autumnQuiet morning,Darkened skies lighten with unseen sun,Birds begin song,Fog rolls in.I listen,Quiet,Peaceful,To the beginning of new day.Chilled air fills my lungs,Misty rementants of breath remaining,All still peaceful,The ghost of yesterday.Wet grass clings to feet,Still branches watch,Sky brightens more,Fog lifts.Autumn is come.
unnamedhell was taken for a ride,the burning walls pulled down,and from the rubble i escaped,and wandered into town.there i heard a noise above,and looked up to the sky,and saw the heavens torn apart,the palace from up high.i watched an angel fall from grace,his white wings torn and broken,and realised he was much like i,though not a word was spoken.i caught him as he hit the ground,our bodies lying crumpled,his face was pained, his eyes were closed,yet he whispered, soft and mumbled.he spoke of war and harmony,how none could live without,he whispered secrets of mere man,and swallowed all my doubt.was it humans who destroyed our homes,thier hatred fueling more,than the power of the holy grace,or sadness of the war.thier mindlessness had broken faith,and crushed the walls of sin,as strong as mountains, strong as stone,although thier shells are thin.the angel opened his holy eyes,to look apon this sin,he saw my form beside him still,and then began to grin."it was
a king, a fatherdarkness,the hooves of a thousand horses sound in the distance,the village is silent, praying,for thier deaths to be swift.a cry behind the village!an army one hundred horses abreast,fire comes, then death;the dust settles and it is silent once more.it is hard enough to protect ones life as to protect anothers,men bow thier heads in sadness to the loss of a leader,as a young man weeps,for he has lost not a king, but a father.>>(c)laura peers 2000
Forgotten daysDo you remember the days when we could laugh freely,Run through the golden wheat fields,Forget the trials of life.We could make fun of those who took life too seriously,Enjoy the simplicity of innocence,Do you remember the songs we sang.It seems so long ago now,You were there one day,Gone the next.The wheat fields are gone,Innocence followed swiftly,The songs faded.I long for those past days,But know theyre never to return,Fading memories burnt into my soul.But perhaps one day,When the fields and music return,I can run through the wheat and remember.