KryptonKnight1961

It's the Beginning The story's about to start We're ready to go The Middle has come The tension is building up We are excited And now it's the End Now the story is over We're happy with that

Lifted with a shovel There are no coffins in your size So I used a bag Put you in the bin Better that than fertilising Next Spring's shoots of grass Body stays and rots But you fly on in skies where Death has no meaning

Let's set out for a night a'rovin', 'Round the posh Hotels of Dublin We'll dance to Chopin and Beethoven, With eyes aglow and hearts a-bubblin' With your violet dress, and my deep green suit, And we'll mingle with the 5-star people Then fetch the white gown and tux from the boot, And swap silver rings under the steeple Let us take tonight to rinse our selves Of wind and rain from yesterday, And be a pair of happy elves In the warmer, sunnier world of May.

I walked through the Crystal Palace, A castle of glistening White before my eyes, Pure, Poetic Architecture of Radience and Water, And all thoughts left my mind, one by one. The Trees were its Pillars, the Sky was the Ceiling, And the Floor spread out patterns under my feet, There were Doors standing on either side, With a Maze of Corridors winding throughout, And it was so peaceful, and so serene. Like all things it came to an unfortunate end, And it didn't return for several years, But wasn't it a sight to behold, so beautiful, And didn't it appear so precious to me When it eventually returned in all its glory. . .

The spiked sword and crested shield were still shining with faith in the luminescence of Harmony. The Warrior of Light, brave fighter, righteous crusader, Light's disciple, was ready to go. He would have many trials ahead of him; the Warriors of Chaos would stop at nothing to defeat him, and his nemesis Garland would never be far behind. He had to go forth, however; he believed in a reformed world where he and Garland were at peace, where the conflict was over, and where Harmony and Discord were reconciled. That kind of World could only come from fighting for it. Firion and his fellow Warriors would fight their own battles as well. Everyone h

Hiding in the mystery of the clouds, It retains memories of people from before, Kissing the sky, its fellows loom over you In a flowing valley. Inescapable rapture. . . I'd love to stand upright among the trees in the forest, And walk with the wolly sheep through the valley, And bathe in the river with the fish and the weeds, And feel the wind as it rushes up to meet me When I run down the sides of the mountain. . . If I could keep it in a clear glass ball, And enter it at mine own call, And bring others into its glory tall, I would have achieved my own personal perfection.

I look in a mad panic through the shadows of my mind, And all the time I wonder whether I'll ever find it, Whether I've lost my sanity forever, and I'll never get it back. I know the risks of looking too deep for meaning, but I Have to find it, whatever the price. Hope is what drives me. I cannot interfere with my life anymore, as it falls down Around me. But it's too late, and my mind will not cooperate with me. I can see giant lasers conjured from my lingering lifeforce, And monstrous figures with sizeable fists and Swords. I see what's coming for me, and cannot stop it, powerless, Captured by the soldiers made of memories lo

Aqua stared at that symbol. It was a symbol that showed the presence of a certain being within. She felt the tears coming up, and for once in a lifetime she let them fall. Down they went, like the rain. Who could she talk to? What could she do about it? Where would she go to raise the baby? When would it be born? Why did she let this happen, as the responsible one in their relationship? And How was she going to tell that boy? How? These thoughts were going through her head for the next 5 months. She knew now that she had to tell him. He had a right to know. He would know what to do. He always had done for the last year or so. It seemed like h