The voices They try To silence Are speaking louder here How long Before They find them And make them disappear?
Adelen stared into the bed of ferns for a long few seconds. The child was asleep. Wisps of dark hair fell over his forehead, the evening sun gleaming on his olive-tinted skin. Snuggly swaddled in a rough, brownish cloth, the baby seemed perfectly comfortable. Soft hiccups -- the sound that had stopped Adelen on the … Continue reading The Foundling: Second
The sands of time are patient They do not rush to war They are not noticed as they sink Farther down the shore We only see their effect In days and centuries past The sands of time are moving We cannot escape their path
The forest was silent except for the wind whispering past and the purple-hued doves cooing in the boughs above. Knowing by the sun's low position in the sky that lastmeal time was approaching, Merid huffed and pawed at the ground. The large gryphon's golden fur was so long near his feet that it nearly hid … Continue reading The Foundling
Winds are wailing, clouds are sailing On a black and roaring sea Where pain and crying, death and dying Are the only certianty Life is fading, shadows shading Every flame now fades away But day will spring, and with it bring The silver blade of dawn's first ray
The normal is my shield The routine my plea There is no need to notice No reason to notice me I live behind the scenes But I control your fate No one ever sees me Until it's far too late