((congratsies, Usuke!))

to wait and whisper in the night
of things so young and beautiful
that the stars and moon alone can witness
the beginning and the flight of kings

(Thanks. :) Now I feel special :lol:)

With golden crowns
And flowing robes
of fine materials
and grand items
the royalty shines
like stars at night

and their fortunes
all their riches
all their finery and currency
and their mountains of gold
and their wide reaching kingdoms
all of these things are useless
their children shall inherit the sky

The sky that is blue,
wide and vigorous.
Above our heads
along with the sun.
It shows no limits,
though it is limited itself.

Those deprived,
They shall parish rightfully
Taking the Night in broken arms
Trusting no one.
Truest hearts shall overcome
Treasuring all thats unwanted
Victory will be theirs.

((Yes, congrats Usuke! ^__^ You are special~!))

Victory o'er what we ask
Victory of the strongest will?
that lets no one in
to touch
to see
to cause a pain more terrible
than death?
Or perhaps the victory lay
in knowing that
no person can penetrate
the lacquered heart
which resides in your chest
and you may be
as bitter
and lonely
as you may.

((Congrats Usuke! :3))

And stuck in a corner
in a dark unsettled room
blackness all around
like a blanket
covering

and smothering
holding us down
holding us back
clipping our wings
and we're only just alive
still
we live as if we were free
and freedom rises to meet us

And freedom gives us their hand
Though we might not accept it
or even notice it's there
even if it's in front of our faces
we can sometimes be blind
even if we were shown the light

and we perceive it thusly:
one light, bright and shining
eclipsed
at the end of a tunnel
a journey too arduous
an attempt we can only make
at the last of our breaths

With one gasp comes the End
And light ends.
And dark ends.
Ends all evil
Ends all.
Tenaciously, the world spawns again.

and this new life
made of our ghosts
and our remains
marches on to the sea

and through the air
the wind silently shouts.
the breeze that blows
tells the story

and the words that drift into our ears
are useless murmurings
we can do nothing with them but listen
which is the best we can do for ourselves
as well

And see with what we listen
Whilst to listen to what we see
and hear and feel the weakness
Which will also expose strength.
And through the murmurings
will also be clear words
That tell a certain message
that is meant for us to hear

these few words
this single prophesy
compels us
onward to a new life
a new sight
a new sound

And threw the skies we race
Our destiny calling.
With my hands
And her heart
We will rule the world

We rule the world through our dreams.
Dreams made by destiny.
And it is all we seem to see.
For destiny is all we make of it.
Fleeting as our lives.
But never ending as the story.
The one that passes us by.
We dream,
Not waking for the path,
That we must surely take.
Is this the way?
Or can I change?

And change if I do,
will you follow me?
Or will you be stopped,
with a fork in your road?
Will our destinies split?
Or will they combine?
Will we be opposites,
like the moon and sun?

Or shall we join the stars?
Shining bright,
yet only seen at night?
But truth we see,
For our light will show
What hides in shadows,
As hard as they might try.

They can not truely hide.
For our ever seeing eyes,
watch this world.
Giving hope,
and seeing pain,
of dreams answered.
Of dreams washed away.

and dreams that melt like candlewax
dissolve and evaporate
rain back to Earth
and dry in sunshine

We hear thoughts
We speak thoughts
We see thoughts
Many wonder when the curtain shall fall
Many wonder when its the end of it all
But most of all, many wonder if we are just the beginning.

But it is never the beginning,
never the end.
All is about to start,
And some has been started,
nearing the end.

and to the beginning
once more again
like a never ending cycle
nearing one point
then the other
each time blooming like flowers
and dying again
as the seeds are fallen
and regrow once more.