sâmbătă, 23 ianuarie 2010

Learning to hold.

Shivers of mist unite,

Run wild into the unknown,

Cover our life,make us unfold,

Have mercy by pointing to what is right.

The throne of oblivion has no master,

Its reign of doom has ended.

Instead,it balances a sun and a heart,

From which to pick,which one is more thick?

Leaves have left their home,

THe sea awakens as it is torn,

A new era of Dreamlords is born,

Yet another story,waiting to be told.

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