Kikyo I can feel your sadness there
I am certian it will fade
How can you know my pain
When you are but a shade
Did I not die for you?
At the shot of your bow?
Yet you are not real
Not the true Kikyo
I tell myself I cannot find
The light in your eyes
No my light is not found
In the arms of a false priestess
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In painted coats I wear a mask.
Quiet the voices inside me
Name my soul, dare you, my dear
And if you can come find me
My lady fair lives inside the mountain
And sings ballads to the moons
Upon her back the archers bow
Loves arrow shot too soon
For struck am I by beauty’s lies
Blind her voice is all I hear
Note for note I plead to die
And see my Aniya most dear
The sky is hers on dragon wings
The earth is mine to be buried in
If only I could fly to Sora
Instead I lie in my grave unforgiven
Oh troubled moon I am troubled waters
Oh mistress of fire let me be your wind
Alas! She is but a dream and I wake
For my heart to break again
Water, the ever crashing sea to shore
The source in the mountains flow
A trickle, a stream down paths
Water erodes and water grows
It etches rocks, smoothes pebbles
Water, life giving, life taking
The soul of the planet, water
People’s tears in drought heart breaking
Water pours from stormy skies
And bring about the healing rains
But also deep deep floods of sorrow
How water, swirling, is our pains
Drink deep the well of love
The joy that life giving spring
And how we hold our memories
Wash us over in happy things
The river, time, in weaving lines
Flows ever forward to the seas
And in my life water constant
Relief, growth, pain, joy, it washes over me
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Fair the shadows of my dreams
The gentle kiss of misery
How I thought it were she
The lady of light come to me
Only dark recallings are left unaware
She stares the window twirling hair
Her love burning, how unfair
That all these dreams lie broken there
How often must I repeat my shallow song
Am I the one who is im the wrong?
I, a god, a king, I must be strong
She comes here, unintented I strong her along
No I knew she was not my dark lady
My queen would recognise me
And how I rage each day passing
That I keep arguing identity
Does she not know how hard this is
How I spend enough time doing this
Makes me hate being here, no bliss
When this is my castle, she witness
My home, my castle, my dreams written here
None shall claim I am other than me
I will dream, love and declare my fears
My writing is mine I am alone in this Agony
Silence is wiser
Than opening your mouth wide
Uttering fools hope
The words people say, cruel shades
They are but false reality
Ignore their tired refrain
that is hard for me
I do not know if my meaning clear
When I use such pain with word play
Though I call for my lady dear
Meanwhile try to walk away
Let go the haunting memories
Of past wrongs when life is short
I don’t do it for them, it’s for me
Any moment I could burst
And with the fates holding my thread
Good and tight in their hands
Would they cut me down dead
I won’t leave my regret in this mortal land
So I guess what I mean is I have to let stress go
If at any moment my body, my heart might let go of me
Holding on will only kill me slow
When I let go Like the dragon I finally fly free
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.”
Damien…
“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
I cannot stop thinking of her face
The strands of hair like twisted lace
How I miss her warm embrace
My soul is cold, dark and dreary
I wander the world alone and weary
Dreaming that one day she’ll be near me
Caged the rage of sorrows hidden deep
With her I’ll find eternal sleep
Hidden in the mountains steep
Fly upon the wings of dragons
Love’s a battle we can’t win
If we fight the heart with in
So I cast my sword aside for her
Strong she makes my heart assured
I’ll dream of loves soft verse
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
The world fades from view
The sky darkens and I slip
Into a slumber eternal
When do we wake again?
Will I see you in that world?
Alas I can only hope you wait
There with your golden hair
On that side, Dear Ellewyn
And when we do I know
Two sweet grey cats
and my loving Calico sit
With you across that bridge
The world slips until that day
A blur of grief and joys
Until I must remember to live
A heathen conceivably, but not, I hope, an unenlightened one
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