Death of a GiantA giant in every heartDeath of a Giant by ~Yenrx
His vision a true work of art
So true his path
So long his trail
Yet all the way he prevailed
In light times when the sun shown high
And in dark times with no star in the sky
So great the legend
So grand the tail
Yet none can fight the death knells wail
We have so much to do, and so little time
To teach, to love, to hold it all close
Now we must let him go, to shine
To shine high, to shine free, to shine clear in the sky
So that his light will never be for nought to you or I
The throne sits empty, the hall is cold
But his light shines on all to behold
We do not fear his work undone
For we know that his
Holy SongHoly SongHoly Song by ~Yenrx
Silence fills an empty chamber deep.
Crisp silver light fills four eyes of glass and steel
Four paths shine past, all in one direction, lighting the darkness within.
Like four silver sword blades placed in the open to gleam in the bright fire light.
Peace fills theses walls, as deep as echoes across the mountainside
Deep into time, and past memoriam
Such a simple place, but which fill the heart with a treasure that can not be named
For, to name it, would mean taking the power of this place away.
The quiet night, filled with the unblinking light of the silver eyes of heavens far, is broken
The silence retreats to
I am MoreI am More!I am More by ~Yenrx
I am life in general, swimming through other lives and livelihoods. Never being able to stand up for my own right, to say, "I am more!"
Though I know that I will never be more then just a bug on the windshield in the eyes of you. You, who tell me what I should think and feel and become.
And yet, I still have the strength to demand to be more then 'general', I say that life will revolve around me and not the other way around. And surly it will not revolve around you any longer.
I advise against trying to stop me, though I encourage it to test my strength against the worlds and your own reserve. Though, I highly doubt t
Help at LastHelp at LastHelp at Last by ~Yenrx
Raindrops come through the window glass.
Ghost hover in the sky.
Another day comes to pass.
And the world tries not to cry.
Singing softly, ever lightly.
Trying to keep sane.
We hold small hands so tightly.
We all hope to stop the rain.
Help seems so far away.
No one seems to care.
"Maybe someone will listen today?"
Has love become so rare?
We all wish for the suns warm rays.
We all cling to a small bit of hope.
We look back at the glory days.
When we all could stand so lightly, instead we hold tight to a rope.
Trumpets Sounding! Horns are playing!
Look, Look to the east!
The rain is stopping! Help is