#4 of poem fate
Love is a maze. To many dead ends to be counted way. Easy to be lead astray down a path witch seems the way. only to be crush by a false dream of fate. Many times over you hafe to start a gain. with the lession witch you have learned. But great is the award that a wait's. We will allways find away throgh. No matter how long or tricky the maze.
my blood runs red in to the riverbed. A sading sight of the cycle of life. As i walk i see a sight of fire light. long away but a glow to crave. For the neaer i get the more i hear. the cracking and poping of new life embrace. For a forest i found of...
Over a river of blood a demon speak's a cruse of hell fire. For the clouds to brust open with death rain from the sea's of hell. To take all man love ones away. But if the angle of bless shall hear there cry. She will reunite them back as one. So they...
a dark night showen away by the blessed moon light.in it rays a white wolf perfect in every way. from it muzzle erupts a soung of life. light but strong a howl of heavens delight. traveling throgh the mountain way for all to be sothed by it grace. the...