Nature's Family Chaotic power full of rage full of fury as powerful as its age. Power to destroy and also create a power to love and also hate.
Boundless fury fills our ears endless motion throughout the years. Beautiful creations fill our eyes Everlasting in the skies.
Formations of gold, black, and grey can bring either joy or dismay. Bring down on us the tears of gods helping the spring's new blooming pods.
Whispering secrets as they hit while their father above throws a fit. Booming and shouting up a storm throwing spears in a swarm.
While Father is up there making trouble Mother is below dancing in a puddle. As her children form and the grow Their forever beauty begins to show.
They spread their arms to catch their feed the life blood that they will need. Becoming bigger in lasting wonder there are the children playing under. |
Perception Perception is merely what we fear, but also can be something that we hold dear.
I see you as beautiful and hate you for I am not. I see you as funny and love you for the thought.
I see you as my equal and wish to see you so, but I also see you as smart and despise all you know. |
Fire Cackling light Soothing heat Dancing glow Wood's defeat
Crimson red Icy blue Sun's yellow Orange in hue
Beaten by water though they combine for steamy vapors that intertwine
Lack of air hinders its growth loss of air puts it out with loathe. |
Hole in my Soul A feeling inside from which I can't hide. Its my love for you. A hole in my soul
why I don't know, but I think its for you. A strength in my heart from the start
when I first fell in love with you. You are my soul, you make me whole for I am in love with you. |
The Black Knight Death rides down the streets of a cold dark city. His intent unknown but many easily guess.
All they see is a shadow where his face should be for he is death, faceless, endless, and always working.
Suddenly you hear a knock but its not your door. Its the sound of a horse trotting but you shrug it off.
You say "Ha, this is the city, there are no horses in the city." Then a pale white horse steps through your wall.
Frightened you look and see as its rider a cloaked figure sitting, staring. You try to run but your feet don't move, you try to talk but you can't.
Death dismounts his steed and walks toward your paralized body and ever so gentaly pulls out your soul. At first there is pain but then forever comfort.
Your soul is gently folded and put into a silken bag as the Black Knight of Death remounts his steed. You know that you are now dead. |