the dungeon holds her from an untold truth,
so long ago to not remember her youth,
her face so thin being fed scraps of waste,
identification lost as all traces erased,
pieces of sunlight give her some hope,
as she outlasted the chains and rope,
her skin joined and rusted the metal rings,
the captors forgot her along with other things,
touching the rusted door with her rough hands,
seeing in the next room as another stands,
a sad face as he was trapped not as long,
she remembers one thing that she was imprisoned wrong,
learning to walk in strides once more,
she finds the key to his chains behind the door,
unlocking him from the binds that hold,
they walk past the stacks of hidden gold,
seeing an opening at the end of the way,
he pushes through and out into the day,
into the garden and right to a crowd,
the people there scream very loud,
a wedding held with a question asked too,
as the princess was about to say 'I do',
to her surprise it was her true love come back,
told by the current groom he died in an attack,
looking over to the woman at his side,
she being her mother also revealing they lied,
the princess hugs them not worried about her dress,
as she turns back to the groom to make him confess,
she doesn't order his death or let him go,
he is now locked in the dungeon so no body will know.

the inspired story was told at last,
the sales boomed and rolled out fast,
the people smiled while reading the text,
the story so good they turned the page to see whats next,
the words revealed a message to be told,
the people thought about it as it slowly began it unfold,
the speculations and negative thoughts built,
the person who wrote it felt the guilt,
the story was only written simple and true,
the people changed it to what they knew,
the negativity inside added to the good that was there,
the time already passed and cannot start to repair.

masters of the future eternal sight,
never knew of the darkened knight,
his energy so evil it blocked their eyes,
the sword from the depths would rise,
simple to walk along a path opened to all,
without sneaking his shadow candled on the wall,
unknown of their death by a blade through the heart,
their heads cut off then body ripped apart,
buried in ash and covered over with sands,
as he leaves this place after washing his hands,
the morning comes to ignite the day with sun,
as the children cry from the blood and run,
people see what has happened to their masters,
as this was not seen as many other disasters,
they should have not died because they would know,
seeing the future and how life must flow,
but evil itself is something they cannot control,
as the future is not set when he found a loophole.

They walked for a while down the path,
dipped into the stream to take a bath,
continued on to enjoy the scenic route,
seeing the new leaves begin to sprout,
some parts darker with covering plants,
making their sight more light enhance,
their minds feel a bliss perhaps from the sight,
or the oxygen is rich from the mountain height,
as they pass by the darkness ahead,
one reaches down to touch the blood red,
turning pale fingers drip of blood,
then it falls down to mix into the mud,
a panic overwhelms as they all look below,
seeing they all have some blood flow,
removing their items and seeing them all,
some just at the sight faint and fall,
they cover the skin so much it leaves no spaces,
so take salt with you when you go to these places.

day to night and then surprising night to day,
why the question and so much to find a way,
when does it end when the beginning just stopped,
cuts of the paper when it was already chopped,
the answer is simple but the question is not,
while the burning element can get super hot,
dreams left in the pillow but they came from your mind,
we do what we must because that's how it was designed,
pleasures are false when we got told how to have fun,
a problem is not solved but it is ended with a gun,
hopes only exist because of wishes made,
with the night coming the natural lights fade.

places to remember bring back the pleasures,
the photos and memories are the great treasures,
to hold a time in our frozen paper card,
as our minds fade the memory gets hard,
placing the picture down flat on the glass,
the faded black and white photo of people sitting in grass,
an old car usually white with silver along the side,
the days to remember when we took it for a ride,
simple coins to pay for fuel for the days trip,
then hoping the brakes work while biting a bottom lip,
we never would get seasick after driving that car,
then we looked out and wondered where we are,
took a photo on the roadside as wind blew our hair,
then now to scan the picture and now facebook share.

to those of you who think griefing or spamming is fun,
take it from me as i used to be one,
but i only did it to mildly annoy,
while you noob griefers play with a big toy,
rapid replicating prims oversized and too big,
textures cycling fast that ruined our gig,
we come to relax while you come to cause pain,
why do you do it and get bounced again and again,
does it get boring or do you like the challenge involved,
your just a child with lame talents that never evolved,
as you do remind me of what a different past could have made,
but i have moved past it while you back there have stayed.

Maybe I'm waiting for you,
or maybe something new,
maybe your waiting for me,
but maybe we just have to wait and see,
maybe your there if i need,
while maybe just for greed,
maybe we will never know,
just maybe i never want to see you go.

Spinning in a circle the mind gets confused,
falling down to the ground everyone gets amused,
being annoying with a smile on his face,
going all around to cover the whole place,
the memories of that day stuck about this kid,
he put his dirty fingers on everything and didn't close the lid,
sticky handprints left on each door knob,
to wipe them all off was a full time job,
growing older the issues changed but didn't get better,
smelly and still annoying plus a bed wetter,
correcting the small things to keep up without fail,
growing older more while turning grey and frail,
the day will come soon when the tables turn,
hopefully soon with a lesson to learn,
grown old and now he cares for me,
finally i get him back as now he can see.

his gaze was set over the waves of white,
constant fins seen but just tricks of light,
lost at sea after his boat sank,
the savior of him was a spare air tank,
the storm raged while he held strong,
not wondering how much went wrong,
now a clear day with not a cloud in the sky,
he accepts his fate to surely die,
awaiting the hunger of passing predator fish,
to see another boat is now his only wish,
a single gull flies over almost laughing in his face,
out here with nothing he might as well be lost in space,
a splash in the distance from something large breaking the top,
he swallows dry air to just let the anticipation stop,
accepting of death to let it come quick,
to be bitten and let his blood cloud the water red and thick,
but nothing comes and nothing happens with the sundown merge,
easy to just drown himself if pushed to the urge,
sinking down deep into the darkness with no breath,
to soak his lungs and cause his own death,
awakening still on top to the splashing of waves,
a bottom sand felt with his own life he saves,
a beach an island somewhere he can live,
and now a value for life causing him to now give.