Walking on a path shes been down before,
wondering if she sees something more,
but that same path is still the same,
rocky and damaged left with cracked shame,
reaching a stop to find that identical dead end,
through the course of her travel she though it would mend,
but nothing was fixed as it was all a shaded lie,
she turns around walking with tears from her cry,
coming to a crossed path that looks better from the start,
filling her love again in the beating of her heart,
the beginning lined with neat flowers and trees,
she smiles at this moment from what she sees,
but she turns again going the same path she knew,
safer to travel down a road where she knows the view.

spray from the ocean waves hitting rocks on the shore,
as the surfers sit and wait for more,
the ocean waves stop and the sea goes still,
people watch and point from the top of the hill,
no ripples at all and no wind is felt on their skin,
they turn around swimming back as panic sets in,
stabbing their boards into the sand,
escaping from the water to the safety of land,
they turn around looking at the flat still sheet,
the people on the hill come down to the street,
wondering what is going on as they all stare,
taking photos of this event to facebook share,
the sun sets with a perfect reflection of the sky,
then the waves come back as everyone wonders why.

The song played so loud the neighbours couldn't complain,
playing the same shit constantly again and again,
beating bass vibrates the walls of the houses around,
as one neighbour decides to play his own kind of sound,
pressing play to drown it out with classic rock,
but the sound was not enough to block,
another neighbour gets his bigger speakers out,
after some of the surrounding people scream and shout,
playing heavy metal with lyrics sung by a pigs squeal,
as people join in playing what they feel,
all genre's and styles played loudest from their land,
some put entire albums of only one band,
soon the entire town is playing music loud,
the vibration shakes the ground creating a dust cloud,
as nothing can be seen and only music heard,
so loud and so constant they cannot say a word,
the original house stops its music playing mid song,
as the people surrounding follow along,
the dusts settle seeing they just got home from a trip,
he stands looking out at the people with hand on his hip,
in his other hand he holds the reason why giving it a pat,
as the music was started by a mischievous roaming neighbours cat.

It never came back after floating away,
for hours passing looking for the rest of the day,
the wind blew faster from the southern sky,
as the sun was hot causing a mouth to dry,
blinded too by a sunset over the peak,
as from behind a voice would speak,
not listening to it familiar and known,
eventually turning without any emotion shown,
but a look of understanding came from her face,
to make it all better within her hugging embrace.

sliding steel boots step over rocked bricks of crumble,
metal shining past in progressive striding without a stumble,
stopping in their march with sudden echoes of the hall,
one steps forwards with a scroll ready to announce a call,
speaking loudly over the silence with perfection in his word,
from out of the entrance to the hall the steps of the princess heard,
lightly with barely a squeak and barely a sound over the same path,
her hair shining in that same light looking silky smooth from her hot bath,
she sits at the table giving a bow before everyone else is allowed to sit,
as the light of the evening dims the servants make the candles lit,
burning brightly as people admire her from far across the room,
coming late through the entrance the prince and her groom,
a perfect evening for the princess it seems as wine is drank fast,
plans in the princes mind to plant his seed in her at last,
from the darkness of the halls another woman watches with seductive eyes,
she was with him earlier getting the seed of him with promised lies,
with every perfect day for one is the hidden opposite hiding behind,
as the drama will eventually unfold but the princess stays blind.

Papers spin as they fall to the floor,
the wine spills from the glasses pour,
crashing down splashing over the carpet rug,
an overwhelming feeling enters her like a drug,
stopping her heart from the shock of this act,
an identified truth to lies she thought were fact,
pale skin on her face turns red with jealous rage,
yet another memory to add for her diary page,
more sessions with her therapist for the week,
something else to complain about in a long streak,
her husband sits at the table eating something with fat,
she put him on a diet as this is all about just that.

A wind blows the slight amount of dirt across the brick,
as the people in the town all lay deathly sick,
with everyone infected from this virus that came,
their skin heats up like they are burnt by a candle flame,
while their fingers turn hard and brown like limbs of a tree,
twitching down their body and unable to see,
a curse it would seem was placed on their town,
spewing fluids constantly as the young begin to drown,
with no hope in sight for a future of their certain doom,
the streets and homes become their only tomb.

In an orange forest of raining leaves,
the cold is coming as everyone believes,
crunching ground with steps made,
as light of the day begins to fade,
they watch the horizon to end the day,
as someone else sees it rise far away,
springing flowers bloom from buds,
drying from the heat dirt from muds,
floating pollen enters all places,
reacting with sneezes and red faces,
seasons bring life and destroy it too,
but repeatedly a circle comes to renew.

With the days leading to a happy fun day event,
the tensions rise filling hatred and unhappy intent,
just today a couple had an argument in the shops,
makes me think why when soon it all suddenly stops,
the words should say happy holidays my ass,
when most people want it to just pass,
seems some forgot what this time is really about,
not just some religious thing full of doubt,
long ago these moments became a family day,
and this means the stress and tensions should go away,
with everyone around preparing for one day of perfection,
the stress leading up to it just adds to the collection.

making his way to the altar of the dragon,
slowly up the cold snowy hills in his heavy wagon,
the horses breath clouds with each exhale,
moving slowest up the last part of the trail,
stopping before the steps to the circle shrine,
where the dragons talk, feast and dine,
he walks with stick in hand over the frozen core,
as the dragons venture closer wondering more,
"why have you come, wizard of below."
a deep voice of a dragon speaks for his eyes to follow,
"I come to seek your help in times of demons come."
the dragons all whisper making out what they say by some,
"men gave up on us long before your birth.
I do not seek their help as help for us was not worth."
the dragon in the distance largest of the old,
"Are you the dragon Napath, of the legend stories told?"
the wizard asks to fill this dragon with pride,
"You once were in alliance with humans, letting them ride?"
the wizard awakens thoughts once forgotten by his mind,
looking out from the hills the dragons thoughts were always blind,
thinking for not a moment more than he should need,
"I will assist you." the elder dragon Napath agreed.