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Autumn Lullaby
Go to sleep sweet Earth.
The dark half approaches,
you served us well during the light,
you deserve the rest.
Go to sleep sweet Earth.
Let your wounds heal,
allow the snow to cover your wounds
before the grass covers your scars.
Go to sleep sweet Earth.
Sleep deep, sleep true.
Rest and heal, don't worry.
We will wake you with dancing in the spring.
--CMBC ^^
Heroes of the past
call to me in whispers
while I lay in that place
between the waking world,
and the spheres of dreams.
Their blood is mine,
fire in my veins.
The call of the warrior
is within and without.
Inescapeable.
My life is my honour, and my word is my bond. A sword in my hand, shield on my arm, truth, my armor donned.
--CMBC^^
A world without honour is no world at all. Give me somthing to fight for! I tire of battling concepts.
I wish for a home, a hearth a wife, a family to defend. Something to call mine. Something of my own hands.
-- CMBC ^^
Be assured, I would have died well, Died with honour, would I. With sword in hand, and smile in my eyes, and if any mercy be mine, your taste, and your name upon my lips.
-- CMBC^^
Three things that are good:
Warm sun on my face, good drink on my tounge, and my Grandfather's smile.
Men no longer mean what they say, they do not say what they mean. They cannot. Their honorless hearts are a mystery to them, they know not themselves, those without honor.
When did we men lose this gift we give ourselves? It cannot be misplaced. It can be lost. But in this age, it is simply ignored.
I find what is lost, I bind with what is said, I'll bear all the cost, I'll not lose my honor before my head.
-- CMBC^^
Faceless enemies surround me. Pushing, pressing on all sides. Without faces, they wear masks. Does one look like you?
-- CMBC ^^
The wind whispers her secrets carries them softly to my ears.
The earth is cool beneath my feet, the soft living grasses comfort me. She is cool beneath my feet, but I know deep down she hides her fire.
-- CMBC^^
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