Sunday, September 04, 2011

Chosen Son of Fate

It's been a LONG time since I've written anything like this...

I'm not really sure where this came from. I had just finished writing a small piece about traveling that I was sort of satisfied with, and that lead me to starting this. It's nice to get back in touch with some of my older work, and this definitely accomplishes this. For the first time in a while, I was really paying attention to the rhythm of the piece as well, so I'm really happy with this one!

Chosen Son of Fate:

A day of reckoning has come…
Thou, oh chosen son of Fate…
Forever onward shall you go…
With hope of purpose in thy soul…
A thirst for love within this heart…
And Crimson Dream beyond these eyes…

A never ending tapestry…
A challenge faced forevermore…
This destiny now falls to you…
The man who weaves the Dreamer’s song…
A journey you must face alone…
If you still seek the wings to fly…

Go now with this blessed curse…
A story that will never end…
Yet through this, nor will it begin…
The dream forever unfulfilled…
The fallen, lost in crimson tears…
To rise again in emerald light…

And though this burden must be held…
Know this, Seeker of the truth…
Despite the hand of Brother Fate…
This story yet remains your own…
As much still lies ahead of you…
Your journey’s only just begun.

You see this world through emerald eyes…
It’s darkness, light, and all between…
The lost, forgotten and forlorn…
With all your hope, you shall redeem.
And with this strength that you now hold…
These falling souls will turn to you…

Through courage, I shall fight for them…
Through valor, they shall persevere…
Through honor, they shall sing my song…
Through wisdom, they shall know this name…
Through fire, justice shall be done…
And through these words, I shall decree:

There will be freedom, this I swear…
And peace shall span across this land…
This Crimson Dreamer doth declare…
The spread of darkness too, shall end…
A dreamer only by my name…
As I now heed the heroes’ call…
And I shall be their champion…
The long heralded son of Fate…

Friday, September 02, 2011

Traveller


Here I wander…
There I go…
A nomad of the modern day…
What is it I seek?
Something different?
Something new?
Perhaps new faces?
Old Friends?
Broader horizons?
Bright lights?
The City…
The Country…
Mountains High…
And Oceans Deep…
A journey…
An adventure…
My destinations are many…
But the journey is always the same…
Here I wander…
There I go…
The lonely drifter down an empty road…
Yet friends all always waiting…
When journey’s end is reached…
These eyes have seen so much…
The places I’ve explored…
On distant lands…
And faraway shores…
By land..
By Sea…
And Air alike…
Here I wander…
There I go…
Always trying to get there…
Wherever there may be…
It always seems so far away…
And yet…
Here I wander…
There I go…
The journey always takes me there…
And when the final step is taken…
It’s always worth the trip…
There becomes here…
And the journey begins again…
Here to There…
There to Here…
Always the traveller…
Here I wander…
There I go…

Monday, August 15, 2011

Words

For a long time these pages remained empty…
Gathering dust in the far reaches of the mind…
A dream not lost…
Not forgotten…
Only set aside…
For a moment like this one…
The Dreamer has changed since those days…
Nearly a year has passed since these pages were turned…
As trend becomes tradition…
These words…
What exactly do they mean to him?
What value does he put in them…?
Words that he once greatly cherished …
Now they seem to drift away…
A fleeting memory…
He has faced his struggles without them…
Seen hardship…
Burdened with pain…
And yet only now does he return to his words…
His greatest weapon…
His strongest defense…
What is it now, that he feels in his heart?
Betrayal?
Deception?
Emptiness?
It is all, and yet none of these things…
For he has held these words for all his life…
And truly lived with none of them…
His path has changed… if only slightly…
Though he flies a similar banner…
Purpose fills his heart…
Even if it is seen as trivial…
This holds great value to him…
He still battles those same demons…
The same curses as always…
Though he is not bound by them…
Nor does he feel that he his…
They continue to follow him…
Through yet another age…
The darkness is always looming…
Waiting for a chink in the armor…
A moment of weakness…
Yet his hope remains true…
As it always has…
The dreamer has faith in himself…
The path he walks…
And the dream he still follows…
And the battle he is always fighting…
Not in body…
But deeply in mind…
What would this world think…?
If they could only see…
What lies behind those emerald eyes…
A world undiscovered
A story still untold…
Even as the pages slowly begin to turn…
Once more, these words return to him…
Once more, these words have power in them…
In a way, they represent so much…
All that he is…
All that he has been…
And All that he dreams to be…
They are his past…
They can be his future…
There is so much potential here…
Untapped, yet unwasted…
These words…
They will take him far…
These words that come from his hands…
These words that come from his heart…
The pages turn again…
The dream survives another year…
And if only for a moment…
The Crimson Dreamer has returned…