Through the luster,
Of the misty forest,
One Dark Elf did Muster,
Strength more beautiful than an angel chorus.
Of life and death did he fight,
Upon the cursed grounds hidden from light,
Did a match brew so frightful,
It was a pure representation of might.
It was a beast of bear and bird,
That no one has ever heard.
With horns and wings,
With a screech like as a Jersey Devil sings,
Oh yes this creature did brawl with him,
while he fought with every limb.
With a slash and shot,
While gnawed on while caught.
Did they fight,
Till it was night.
And the warrior did win,
And destroyed the creature of sin.
As his guild returned,
It all reoccured,
With a look at his wounds and future scars,
Like this fight was recorded by the stars.
His guild helped him up,
Asked him whats up,
And walked and he limped, back home,
Slowly making it on his own.
All I do is scream,
As the hallucinations hurt me,
Harm me,
Till I am blinded by them,
And oblivious to reality,
And yet I love them,
Even though they torment me mentally....
For I seriously have no life.
And they are all I have.
crying
 Cloom · Sat Jul 31, 2010 @ 01:59am · 1 Comments |
