sword held with grip in a prepared stance,
as the jealous warrior forbids this romance,
only a look from this common man to her,
as the warrior throws down his coat of bear fur,
pressuring this man to take up arms,
as he refuses with trying he calms,
accusing words from the warriors mouth,
insulting this man from the south,
another look to his woman to the right,
only adding to the warrior wanting to fight,
swinging his sword and missing complete,
the man jumps around being quick on his feet,
making a fool of the warrior with each swing,
he dances around and begins to sing,
the people gather having some fun,
clapping wildly with each time he spun,
the warrior gets more angry missing each attack,
as the man keeps dancing then flipping back,
finally the warrior catches a break,
waiting for the man to do the same mistake,
he swings his sword cutting off his head,
as the people all sigh because he is dead.

climbing to the peaks of the mountain high,
she feels the wind against her closer to the sky,
finally reaching the peak of the highest rock,
looking at the view as birds fly in a flock,
the wind settles down against her clothes of white,
she stands and at first sings softly staying light,
building up her words to peaks of the song,
while her pitch is pleasant and long,
the wind builds also pushing against her skin,
as she continues on pushing more from within,
the more she sings the more the wind blows,
as her white dress flaps as it flows,
finally reaching the highest note she can express,
the wind blows so hard it rips off her whole dress.

when do you dance with me?
as beautiful as the ocean or the sea,
silk dress of waves flows over your feet,
as the scent of the air aromas of sweet,
elegant gliding of your pose across my way,
what can i tell you or what do i say?
what is the answer to the question i ask?
as the dance is divine from behind this mask,
spins into the dizzy mixing up the thought,
lessons at the same time always taught,
but a question needs answering too,
so what am i supposed to do?
as no answer comes but just enjoy,
with this being the difference of a man and a boy.

clawing fingers dig into the sockets of the eyes,
pulsing blood bursts with screams and cries,
blanketing the face with dribbles mixed with blood,
hands release to drop the body into the mud,
sinking with twitching feet as Earth consumes,
a held breath exhales as the clock resumes,
sinking shadows bow of leafless gripping trees,
the echoes of sounds in the darkness with a breeze,
footsteps along the dirt cracking the dry mud ground,
walking further forwards without hearing a single sound,
turning to the marshes of glowing green moss,
without a thought to the death so recently a loss,
stopping with a vision of the eyeless corpse ahead,
as the thoughts race through shouldn't this person be dead,
rushing forth to complete this mistake,
finding the body pinned to a recently placed wooden stake,
turning with laughter then echoes hit back,
teeth yellow and brown covered in plaque,
shadows move in the distance mistaken for birds,
as one shadow rises closer with speaking words,
'Eye for an eye.' the words whisper true,
the other shadows come surrounding and passing through,
covered fingers blank out what insanity shows,
waking to the sun rising to ones own blood flows.

Meskeachers come walking on all fours,
from their mouth saliva pours,
searching around the town for victims to feed,
wanting to drink their blood with always a need,
pouncing on a cat biting into its skin,
draining the life and blood from within,
the scream is heard as the boy looks outside,
seeing the shadowed figures he runs to hide,
shivering under his bed as the glass outside it tapped,
feeling the wind rush in as now he is trapped,
the meskeachers look around sniffing the air,
knowing someone is here that they can share,
the red glowing eyes peer under the bed,
as the boy holds with arms wrapped around his head,
the breath of the meskeacher blows on his face,
knowing he is close to death in his safe place,
screams are heard with splashes of fluid on the floor,
then more sounds of crashing heard out the door,
the boy then opens his eyes to the darkness of the night,
as the father enters the room after the defending fight,
reaching in he sees his son scared out of his mind,
the father grabs his hand and will never leave him behind.

Caught in a weaving web of lies,
She comes gripping with sticking ties,
wrapping tightly with constant strain,
all the pressure almost popping vein,
sensitive hairs felt struggling free,
dressed for dinner wondering when that will be,
her want is remain still without a complaint,
as the pressure of her rules make me a saint,
soon a meal is felt with her wait,
trapped in the spiders web i accept my fate.

Long ago past the swamps to the far East,
a group of dragons battled a shelled beast,
attacking quick without understanding first,
destroying it slow with each flame burst,
the beast was killed but left babies behind,
as one caring dragon rider was soon to find,
she took them to another place to hide,
then would come back on days she would ride,
feeding them while her dragon stayed back,
never letting these little ones know of the attack,
soon they grew big and wanted to adventure out,
she commanded them with her loud voices shout,
another war began between the hunters of the west,
trying to fight but losing their best,
the dragon riders were giving up hope,
seeing the hunters coming closer through a scope,
finally she speaks telling of her care,
the turgons she called them being very rare,
bringing them out from the forest covered trees,
being a force on the ground to attack with ease,
fighting at first light in the mist of the morning shine,
destroying the hunters with a now friendship combine.

borders patrolled by the guards passing by,
they look down but not to the sky,
as the assassin sneaks in gliding with wing,
flipping down and cutting with strong string,
then another with quick reflexes in tune,
down into the middle picking up the rune,
holding it in his hands as an arrow hits hard,
causing him to fall while looking back at a guard,
the leader walks from the shadows clapping loud,
as the assassin can't move surrounded by a crowd,
they all look down on him with an arrow in his back,
holding long spears waiting for a command to attack,
moving closer the leader giggles to whisper last,
as the assassin reaches around to pull the arrow out fast,
whispering in the leader speaks sorrow for how he feels,
as the assassin looks up jumping from where he kneels,
stabbing the leader with the arrow straight in the head,
the guards all stand back as now their leader is dead,
pretending to have a severed cord in his back to gain trust,
the assassin watches as all the guards turn into a fine dust.

the little ninja walks down a dangerous path,
finding a stream to take a quick bath,
washing his face then gathering his things,
while walking down the road he whistles and sings,
meeting some men on his journey to the village,
these men are evil with threats to pillage,
striking them both down quick with his blade,
they are killed with their unbalanced weighed,
the little ninja continues to see a man hanging from a tree,
walking to him swearing he cuts him free,
falling on his head rubbing sore,
the little ninja gives him something to think more,
continuing on to befriend a little bird,
they watch the rain without needing to say a word.

the evil that was inside me is now thrown away,
as the good also inside me is kept for a better day,
neutral i am to all with the waves of trust,
giving i am to all within it always must,
why do i bother or what should i gain,
i experience with others good times and pain,
sharing the load so its not so rough,
showing that inner strength is tough,
some turn out to be a close forever friend,
some turn out to be a snob and quickly end,
i see a future for others but all without me,
maybe i am not supposed to have that to see,
some of you ill hold and never let go,
some of you will fade away and hope you enjoyed the show.