the torment of hope

The lady! The lady! The lady of all the dreams I have summoned. How the multitudes sing of her beautiful name. Her presence enchants the world. Her voice brings the world to their feet. Her portraits hang on every door. Hidden behind the veil of secrets, she controls all wills by her thoughts. Alas she plauges my mind every night and morning. I am tormented with hope. Am I playing for the elements? The world forbids. I have to break free. May change come soon, in whatever form.

the elements of power

In this world, we all strive to make change for the better. However, there are forces which work against us to undo what we have done. These forces are the elements of power. They too make changes, however, the changes are for the worst. The elements hold within themselves a power beyond imagination. They wield it to bring desvastation to everyone. Lives are disrupted and suffering is caused. All are powerless against the elements. None can stand against them. There is that one way to conquer this threat, and that is to control it. To take hold of an element and to convince it to do your will. By turning it to your side, you in turn will wield its power and many things will then be within your sphere of influence. Nothing will stand in your way. You must never allow the elements to control your life. For by playing into the hands of the elements, you will lose your soul. The elements of power control our fates. Should we not then control them?

the lady of Flerindre

Amidst the glimming shadows I spy the lady.

A beauty beyond all that the world has seen.

Her joyful smile thaws an unfeeling heart.

Why now I see her? Where has she been?

Her sparkling eyes are like no other.

They brighten the world like sweet sapphire.

Just to gaze upon them for all eternity,

Is the highest honour any could acquire.

Her graceful movements denouce the dancers.

Her perfect execution conquers the dance floor.

No courtsman nor king could stand an equal.

They look pathetic around the lady much more.

The lady stands alone in her solitude.

Will she not grant me her lace or her glove?

May it be that my presence she asks for.

Long wanted and desired has been her love.

a moment of hope

The elements took me once again. Harm was brought to me. Yet amidst the pain and confusion, I was given aid of the utmost standards. I exaggerate. The lady Nylekoj came forth and granted me the cleansing of my scar. A simple deed that left me hoping for more. However, no more was granted. Not even a farewell. Yet I still keep the faith, that in time, things may change, just as I have.

a world of difference

We were born into this world to live a life. What life we live is up to us. The choices presented to us number many, for the world lies not on one hand but on many. But to live a life of standard is not what everyone achieves. The very world we live in openly decrees that all must change, for this is a world of difference. Those who change will be blessed by the world. They will prosper. They will rise high above all who live. They will live a life on earth that will be remembered. They will live a life of immortality in the minds of all even as their physical bodies die of age. As for those who rigidly stick to the old systems, they will waste away no matter how great they were in the past years. Just as a rose of tremendous beauty will wither in time. They will be forgotten. They will die along with history, unknown.