RenegadeBladesman

As I stare into a night so brightly star-swept, my mind wanders to where wishes are fondly kept. Wishes of fame, fortune, desire and fantasy, ephemeral and fleeting sparks of mental ecstacy. Past these glimmers does my mind swiftly stride, into the warmth of wishes filled with pride. Within the warmth a light glows bright, one solem wish that sets my heart alight. Not for fortune or glory does it strive, a heart's treasure unclaimed keeps it alive. A wish for the woman in whom I do confide, to fly across leagues and be at her side. As my eyes begin to veil the starry sky, to the realm of dreams does my mind fly. A land where wishes are held

As one wanders the roads laid by fate, footsteps echoing loudly as the day runs late. One prepares to lay eyes once more, upon a field of stars countless in score. Weary eyes search an ever darkening sky, with nothing to see as hard as they try. Quiet sorrow begins to give life to plight, as not even the moon will brighten this night. As one moves forward with bruised hope, temptation appears to offer a way to cope. Laughter and comfort come forth to play, shadowy smiles seeming to light the way. Faint glimmers now paint the night sky, lighting false hope in one's heart on the sly. One's eyes glaze with lust's cruel will, now o

The day started innocently enough, clear skies, calm seas and winds. No one would know that this day would change history. Graan, the last of the master sorcerers, hurried frantically through the fields that edged the village he called home. He was dirty and tired from searching the mountains that rimmed the region for his wife, Shana. She had gone missing a week prior and he knew she sometimes went to her parent’s shack in the mountains when she was upset. Upon entering the village, he was greeted by its elder, a younger man who had no name. “Master Graan, we have news of Shana” he said, the sadness barely hidden in his voice

For yet one has found the woman of his dreams, who fills him with love 'till he is bursting at the seams She, who would grant him strength when he is weak, who would grant him words when he cannot speak She has given him wisdom when he cannot think, and granted serenity when his heart does sink She will grant him protection when he is scared, and offers understanding when his soul is bared One gives her a voice so she may speak, his strength is hers when she is weak, His loyalty is hers without hesitation, his protection is constant and without provocation He gives her his soul of his own accord, and makes their bond known for al

Now one does tell of his story from here, free of doubt, guilt and crippling fear, the story of love shall this one be, of two souls who are finally free, chance did bring these two to meet, fate's winds did sweep them off their feet, through the heavens they do take flight, however this journey has not been without fight Battles have they fought and trials were overcome, making this love forbidden in the eyes of some, yet onward they still do fly, soaring across the vast eternal sky, for each other do they now breathe, and from each other never take leave, a bond so strong against murderous time, upon the winds d

What is it the free heart knows, the sound of the wind as it blows Does it know the touch of grass, silken yet sticky to those who do pass Does it know the warmth of the sun, as it warms all who dance and have fun Does it know the smell of air, as it gives life to all that is fair This is what the free heart knows, as it dances the road it chose Does it know the safety of love, pure light from the heavens above Does it know the safety of devotion, a shield against rampant emotion Does it know the bond of affection, of infinite and eternal protection Does it know the purity of friendship, a bond as strong as blood kinship No,

As I lay down to sleep, what vision does my mind keep? It is not fields of green, further than the eyes have seen It is not of mountains so tall, where a fear dwells in the thought of the fall It is not of oceans vast, where the azure sight will be the last I see the stars all around, no more do I see the hard ground I see life dance among the heavens, time slowing to depict ages within seconds I see eternity itself smile wide, the joy of a visitor it cannot hide I see stars dart and weave, each moving so fast but will never leave Once more my vision does move, sighting something my heart does approve A star brighter than ev

For yet one had tread this path alone, Unaware his soul is but worn to bone His feet shuffle along this road eternal, His will stolen by forces infernal Yet still he moves along this road, His mind seeks yet a new abode When one’s strength no longer can flow, Upon his face the will of hell does show Bereft of strength and bereft of will, One waits for fate to make its last kill The darkness claims the last of his sight, As death is drawn to his demonic plight Upon this same path another does tread, Unknowing of the companion that lies ahead She has suffered torture and endless malice, Her soul seeks a refuge that grants s