It’s cold and cruel the world of men. in it we feel so lost We sleep and dream of better things We escape the harsh reality To hear the sirens song In dreams we learn Solve the greatest riddles In dreams we fly afar To wake again at morning light With our war torn hearts The world is dying inside us And outside has lost its magic We see the news filled with despair And weep, it’s oh so tragic But worse still our depression Our burning need to die away Is inside our very brain Eating like a parasite Let go the pain and fall asleep Dream of elf queens and dragon kings Where fire dances and flowers sing Rest and you may be anything For you are made of magic You can be a god yourself An elf, a cat, a dragon You can dream up anything I believe in you my child I’ll be there waiting By the waterfall you shall see My love for you is vast Go I’ll be there soon no more tragedy To the land of dreams
Rest, rest your weary head. The day is long and never ends. Mornings filled with dread, But if you sleep then dream, Of places old and magic. Go, dear one, to the place of dragons. The waking world is cold and cruel, people in it lie. Sleep and dream of fantastic things Where pterasaurs still fly. There you’re free of worldly care To play in fields of flowers. Yes there you can wile away the hours Sleep and dream of happy things, forget for now the misery, for there Lady Aldra sings, That you are filled with magic!
The mist covers the valley The warrior king clad in armour blue leather streaks of silver The crest on his chest, A dark Z Zandikor, the eternal light The horses whinied, the skys violet Thick with ash of war and pain Her, in black leather, hair pinned Sweet scent of cherry blossom on wind The battle maiden, mistress of war “it begins” deep guttral his voice a suprise to even he, she nods “Another nightmare Koraki?” Tightens her gauntlets and readies the bow Is it? He wonders silent, bodies all around “War, constant in my head I fight.” “War, Koraki, it is real. We both fight.” “Where are you? With me?” She shoots, her target struck in the heart
“Waste no time, Damien, the day draws.”
“Sora?!” She runs into the fray
Sora the day draws and night ends Lady of shadows my life I spend Seeking your soul’s mortal shell If you are out there say you are well Here I am waiting, waiting Aniya My troubled moon find me soon
The heart would cease to beat The day I lose the dream My love for her is such That I will forget this world And hold the dreams as true To stand aside from reality Approach unending sleep There uhindered by broken hearts She is, bold and strong The lady of eternal sorrows And her king the shade of agony
Lady, I love you. The dreams they don’t leave me. I keep dreaming, the soldier fighting the eternal war inside. The corpse king standing at the edge of a cliff, the cave yawns in the mountian. Princess are you there? Will you lend Koraki your wings. Fly to freedom, fly from this dark place where we can’t hide. All eyes on us here, their judgement creeps ever near. Come, my dragon queen, I’ll hide our love, secret, safe, in the vault of my heart.
“Sometimes things are hidden
in the most obvious of places,”
Arajuan to Anika
“Get up, get up,” a woman’s voice rang out, “Breakfast is ready.”
Anika dragged herself from the bed. On the foot of her bed was a new dress, a lovely medieval elven styled gown. It was black with red lace trim along the sleeves and hem. The skirt was black except the middle; it was red like the lace. Beside the dress was a small tiara with a bright red gem in the center. She was certain it was a ruby.
She washed again in the washbasin and slipped from her silk nightclothes into the beautiful garment. The sleeves flowed down her arms to the tip of her long middle finger. The skirt just touched the ground around her feet. She placed the tiara on her head. The black corset top squeezed her into an hourglass. She tied a red sash with a money pouch attached around her waist. For the first time in her life, she looked feminine and royal. She slipped on a pair of shoes she found at the foot of the bed. They were black strapped sandals that looked elegant with the dress.