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Alone. It’s now just the two of them
Fighting for their kind, fighting to the death,
Until one or the other, draws his final breath
Gods among men, otherworldly mayhem.
One is the lost son of the sun,
Whose legend has only begun,
The other the keeper of night,
Which he has long kept full of fright.
Clashing against one another,
They cannot be stopped anymore,
Not even when both have reached death’s door,
Except by the soft touch of a mother.
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Under grey clouds, his dying breath,
He expires, on to meet death.
A cold chest stained by dark red blood,
Pierced by a long and sharp steel rod.
The fight has gone on for hours,
Never flinches, never cowers,
Qualities that she now curses
As tears flow and cry pierces.
Trying to save his love he died,
In only that he took his pride.
The monster stands, still tall, unharmed,
Over her who he sees unarmed.
Oh she attacks -without a doubt!-
She strikes and strikes again, all out.
For once he sees what fear might mean,
But she falters, not yet a queen…
A wicked smile spreads on his face
As he gives her a good end’s grace.
All is quiet as he means death,
When suddenly, a single breath.
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Remember this moment, never forget,
For it is first in the rest of your life,
Whatever happens, whatever regret
You may have, face proudly every new strife.
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*
There. Did you notice?
Hidden between breaths,
In the space between spaces,
There is a door.
A world inside a world,
Here it is, right there,
Can you hear it beat?
A door has opened
Towards another place…
In this portal,
What can you see?
In this time,
What will you say?
In this world,
What will you do?
*
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There is a heart of glass
In your velvety palm,
Be careful, oh be calm!
For one bad move, alas,
Would be the end of him.
So my dear stay still
For you are on the brim
Of an ill-fated kill.
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Since my most youngest age
There is a single word
Worth writing on a page,
‘Tis said to be the sword
Mightier than the pen,
I have always been told.
Despite this, since age old,
Louder than words, for men,
Actions have always been,
In the hearts of those brave,
In eyes of those who have
All of these events seen.
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The Armed One
*
For I am the Armed One,
Fighting to save the realm,
Despite memories gone
Of being at the helm…
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The Lonely Angel
*
She, the Lonely Angel –
That is how he called her -,
Soared up in the ether,
Dazzling, until she fell…
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*
And there he goes again,
there he goes again,
whizzing around the stars,
dancing in the ocean
of blue and shining wonders!
You can’t even begin,
begin to imagine
what he feels right now,
what goes through his head,
his mind is made of thousands
upon thousands of dream,
each better than the other,
taking him away
from where he lives his life,
taking him away,
so far but yet so close,
and he dances, he smiles,
-can’t you see his smile?-
he twirls, riding each mile,
he can see the beauty of it all
and marvel at the world,
answering the call
that echoes in his heart
since the beginning of time…
Finally he rides off,
deep into the night,
oh so far away,
towards adventure,
into the unknown,
never to come back
but always to stay…
*
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I cannot swear to you,
Dear, that in some years few,
Will remain ever true
That which we have right now,
And not end up in rue
Alike the winter snow
Which does simply one day
Start melting all away…
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Tales of Ore 