The Dragon Hunter

I lie in wait Bow in hand To kill the terror That stalks the land The armored monster The giant beast That shatters stalls And scatters peace A fog surrounds me Cold as death But is it fog... Or the dragon's breath?

When the Stars Fall

Dawn will break with darkness And shadows kill the light Dusk will fall at sunrise And the day descend to night The mountains will cry in fear The wind will wither and die The heavens will crack, all hope turn black When the stars fall from the sky

Dracula’s Call

Darkness cloaks the earth I feel my powers swell My eyes burn red in blackness Set on fire by hell The stars and moon are dimming Veiled by some dark cloud As if the sky were dead Pale in her burial shroud I spread my wings and dark, cruel things Surround me at my call …

Voices

The voices They try To silence Are speaking louder here How long Before They find them And make them disappear?

Hope

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 Lost Ones

They call us the Lost Ones. But we're not lost, really. As a matter of fact, we may be the only beings in this whole world that know where we are. The only ones who know what we are. Who we are. They call us lost. We kept the name, because it means something different …

The Guardian

I stand at the edge of the world -- my world. Waiting. For what? I don't know. I never know what may be coming. What darkness may be lurking in the shadows of the trees. What evil may be creeping toward my fortress as dusk approaches. There is no way to know what may happen. …

Escape from Paradise

It's Paradise. That's what they told us.

Seen

The fog was thick. Even thicker than the darkness of the starless night. No one would see him. The wind whispered in the bare branches above him as he left the cold shadow of the trees and crept toward the window. The frost on the glass reflected the bright gleam in his eyes as he …

Evening and Morning

The sun is dipping lower Into the darkened night

Excelsior

Through life and death And every breath

Death

They’re coming. The only thing in his mind. The only thing he seemed sure of anymore.