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Across plains of tall grass

Atop a trusted steed

– Wide new lands to venture –

He rides towards the sun

Rising in the distance,

Away from enemies.

The proud king fox and the young lass,

In their heart already the seed

Of freedom and of adventure,

Towards a new dawn they both run

To give meaning to existence

And hear the wide world’s melodies.

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I ask, who can now stop these two?

Who can hope to ever capture

Those who always somehow pull through?

None, for now, can break this rapture.

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In the distance, mountains growing,

They glide through grass as air on wing.

Time too is growing near

Yet, despite this knowledge,

In their hearts lies no fear

– The dungeon at the edge.

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And what of in a hundred thousand million years

When no breathing soul even remembers our names?

Tell me now, tell me true, what will become these fears?

Even the universe will once forget our games…

Weigh you this love of ours as a simple token

That could be lost from us or easily broken?

No, it is more precious to me than gold or life.

Then worry not my dear, we shall bow to no strife.

I cannot promise all, always is much to strong,

However my darling I can promise you long…

Do you trust me? I do. Believe in me? I do!

Then to your darkest fears there needs not much ado.

So must we wait for time simply to pass and carve?

Yes my love trust in us, our hearts will never starve.

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A feather in the air

Soon softly kiss the ground

As sure as mother earth

Each day dances around.

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Wealthy suits and glasses on,

Let us start a game, our own;

One second and we are gone

With it all, we become bone,

But do not think we are done

While you still sit on your throne.

We will chase from dusk to dawn

The one who killed the white fawn;

Oh my dear please do not frown,

You have the right to look down

But never to be perplexed

For we are the dark night’s son

And we strike in unison

Those who have our brother hexed.

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Slow and steady,

Keep the course,

Maties ready

No remorse!

The ocean’s live,

The wind cold,

We are alive,

Our souls bold,

Let us all strive

To live old,

Be like the hive

– Dark and gold! –

Both in color

And in heart,

Let not dolor

Drive apart

This courageous

Band of thieves,

Of outrageous,

Many grieves,

Nor turn us mad,

Old and new

Or good or bad,

For the crew!

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I am running and running as fast as I can,

As swift as the wind, quick as lightning, however

From something or towards somewhere I cannot say;

Running all my muscles sore and my breath away,

An urge to go fast, irrepressible fever,

Possesses me, moving my feet without a plan,

Running in the night along the wide river bank

Until my heart goes silent or my mind goes blank.

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A gaze of steel or a smile of red

Could either kill you completely dead

Or render you purely powerless

Without a worry, a heart lawless.

One would not even have time to sense

The quick and deadly poisonous sting,

Would in no time – no need of pretense –

Fall, consumed by sleep everlasting;

Innocent snow, lying in the wood,

White as shadow fallen from above,

Waiting for a prince, a Robin Hood,

To rescue with a kiss of true love.

Trapped in your own mind, castle of glass,

Able to see, to hear and to feel

The world shift around you and time pass

But unable to move, head to heel,

How could you keep your heart ever pure

And with courage fight off its darkness

With knowledge that there is not a cure

Save a fairy tale void of fairness?

So in these forests of old stories

Where the big bad wolf meets little girls

And where young heroes claim past glories,

Reader, hear how the story unfurls.

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There needs to be an awakening,

A flashback, back to the beginning,

We need to understand the power

We hold over the world, not cower

Before our responsibilities,

Take measure of our abilities

To break the night into a new day,

Onto a better future pave way!

So to all those who are listening

Hear me speak, carefully heed my word:

No dark demon but us holds the sword,

What around our throat is tightening

Is nothing but our own bloody hand

No more listening to our command;

Open your eyes, try feel the change

Within winds around and earth below,

Salvation is not yet out of range

Were we to unite no more shallow.

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A man, a child and a dog

Came one day out of the fog,

The child was sick, the man tired

And the lone dog had been hired

To protect along the path

The three of them from her wrath;

They had gone against the will

Of the Red Witch and the Still,

They would not bow to the time

When had come the thirteenth chime,

A curse had been thrown upon

Them: to wander the Nightland

Until came a bright new dawn,

A path that would never end.

The child however cried not

Even a single small tear

For he had so long forgot

What it was to feel the fear,

The man walked on despite wear

The small burden he could bear

For however strong the tide

He knew the dog by his side.

I know not how long they went

All three of them tired and spent

Nor even if they have yet

Reached their goal, journey’s end met;

But sometimes during the night

When upon me is the sight

Of this small path made of dirt

Whence they came and then went back

In the deadest of night black,

I think back to faces hurt,

Limbs so weak, minds exhausted,

And wish to have them hosted…

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