On Nightmare NightThe moon shall rise, the sun shall fall.
Countless legions shall heed our call.
Ours to the victory, theirs to the black.
On Nightmare Night, we shall attack.
So heed our warning, do not resist.
Your power to us is as steel against mist.
The WordsI wrote the words that came to me,
the words that came i wrote.
The words that came I give to you,
yet see them i cannot.
I do not see the words I write,
yet written they must be.
I do not write what's in my head,
the words i set them free.
The words now freed are upon this page,
the words see me they do.
The words see me and from their sight,
their message I give to you.
The LumberjackIn the center of a field
I tried to fell a tree,
but all that I accomplished
was to stand and stare at thee,
and as I was thus entranced
the tree, why it did move,
and when I finally turned around
there was nothing left to hew.
So once again I turned around
but you were gone as well.
With nothing left for me
at the point upon which I stood
I left the field to find another tree
if ever I possibly could.
UntitledIn Rome there is a little man
who told an epic tale
of gods and emperors loved and lost
and the lands that yet prevail.
He told me of the rise of grace
of culture and building to the sky
wherein which dwelt many gods above
before their fall from on high.
Barbarians came and sacked the cities,
and merged cultures with their own,
and then gave birth to new great men
who built a brand new home.
They traveled far across the sea
their empire they expanded
until once again the gods that be
spread revolutions upon the land.
And so we come to as things are now
with people in every corner
looking toward all new days ahead
building upon their formers.
Yet still little men sit in little homes
telling tales of the Ancient Romans.