Ellewyn, please.

I tried so hard year after year
To forget the aching dream
How do I carry on you’re not with me
I loved and let go and my fears
You never did return, the one I couldn’t save
How I sometimes hurt so much
Wishing only to join you on the other side
For now I can only see your grave
Forgive me, I tried to move past this
Yet every year on this fateful day
Of how your Radiance was cut short
My light, Ellewyn, I beg forgiveness

In memory of Misty, April 5, 2005.

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Pained Memory

By Damien Knight

I think of her more and more
I think could I do anything
Would it have changed anything
The song on the radio, I cry as it plays
“I been kissed by the rose on a grave”
I haven’t even gone, I’m not so brave
I’ve not laid a rose in her name
I don’t want to believe it isn’t the same
I never wanted to believe she’s left me
That her beautiful eyes I’ll never see
Her blonde hair never again touch
Oh why does her memory hurt so much

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Only Me (2012)

By Damien Knight

Shutting out the world today,
closing up my heart, what can I say
closing out sound and all around me.
I didn’t understand but now I believe
In the beginning and at the end
We have only ourselves as a friend
From now on I must remind myself
I can only rely on myself.
Others will not be at my side
No one comes with me when I die

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Death’s Caress

By Damien Knight

If I said good bye to sweet life
The things I’d miss would be
The deepest of my regrets.
A childs laugh worth more than gold
Lovers kiss should be forever
In the mind to hold.
Keep Your wealth, I need it not
Keep your promise to help me rot
I abandoned your dark caress
For this life ahead of me.
Yes I may seem blind
At least I’m me,
At least I’m me!

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Chapter Two: A Fight and a Choice Final Draft

“Protect her with

your lives. Guard

this offspring

of the Moon.

She is my light and

I will be in her shadow.”

–Arajuan’s command.

The march was a three-month journey, a winter season. Early on the surroundings had been snow-covered. Now patches of flowers peaked from the ground. The capital was to the north-west of Lenagard, the land of the elves. A trail of destruction lay behind them. They had avoided the cities, but the forests were soaked in blood rain mixed with melted winter snow. The icy wet drips fell off the trees and clawed down Arajuan’s back. He shuddered from the cold. The unit was close now; a stench of dragons wafted on the wind. Arajuan was one of the few who could distinguish dragon blood, that made him invaluable to the emperor.

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