Reft-Tackarii

A scroll found under a stone slab, in the Gray Knight, Cail's, room. The world around me, I see its fear. The people's minds, the children's eyes, the world in them, the life of many a year. I see it all, my name is Cail, My death is nigh if this is true, If I am wrong, I am filled with a mad tale, One I see, a world I see, a reason, a hope, a desert of man. This can not be, it will not be, the season passed, a tightened rope, an insight to cut or tie. The king of right, also the king of lies? If it is so, my body shall slowly lie, down to my grave, I go, willingly, for this, then, is no world for me. I thee farewell, fair memo

If you're happier, I toast to you and the rest of the life ahead. May the sun shine down upon you girl, may the stars be your souls delight, may the larks come with roses hurled, down upon you blissful smiling face. may the future be a beacon, the past a conquered thing, may the fates grant knowledge, the bells inside with freedom ring. I hope you live, and never hurt, I hope you learn, and help others through the path. May you smile, may you sing, may through this day, a new fantastic freedom bring~ Remember to love as though you have never been hurt, to sing as though you never cried, to smile at anyone who straightens

I see my heart and emotion with out me it stands still as i flee to it, my heart stilled I see what black emotions are coming toward all I see, my heart is nigh to death in the horror of pain I collide, the emotions from both now turned over to fates cruel smile those without fly away from me, those with in assail me a mirror is sent in the face I see, my pain is over safety to my heart is delivered, to it a terrible thing to think now the thwarted evil, it comes with no power against my life, my skin is shorn, my flesh is torn, the silken red is full of warmth to me, the joy is full. My heart breaks, tears are nigh in my own

We sail into the night, The wind and I, What I see not, The sail with does comply. All the stars, the waters still, mean naught to me, for life is wild. A unicorn untamed, Nay a satyr, Horrible and marred, This life I love, A gift of art. Close your eyes, Lay to sleep, Let the moon watch o'r, Your troubles bid away. Till dawn comes down, Your face sees again, The sun of joy, And hardships to win.

May the moon shine down, the stars look out, the sun ne'r darken and doves hover round about. Every time you set a foot, a heart or mind will see, a light brighter then the rest, as you head out upon your doors step a glow inside. A noble crest.

A friend is just another person, One more face midst the crowds. A face only, maybe a little smile.. From a joke that you both know. A simple thing, nothing large. They have what all have, and miss what all miss. One of the crowd Nothing more.. Save perhaps.. that once when that friend brought you, something you had dropped. And a few short words were said. Then they left into the crowd, No, a friend is only that, One of the crowd. Nothing more, but.. perhaps not less. Well…once maybe, they heard, Something said about you.. And forced the other back down then to take back the words. But it was only hear-say, Maybe

A day several years ago, and then not so long, accepted many deaths, though as people, did we? Do you recall the pain and shock, the death all wrong? The collapse, the towers falling in, the planes... that some still see. Those who went forward that day, they have honor to me, those who worked, and died after to see, if any life in the rubble they could pry free. They are Heroes, the best men and woman, and now Heroes be. Why them, and not others who have died? Why? Because this shocked us? Because of the efforts to hope? No..I honor the dead of all...but these..they did not ask to die. They had no right to fall, a soldier knows t

 Knell saw her sword's steel flying towards her mark, then sickle meeting it in defense, the metals letting out an angry cry that cut through the air, breaking the silence of the moment. “You want to fight then?” The cloaked figure chided her. “I’ll not just die for your whim to be fulfilled, so yes. I will fight.” She pulled back her sword to pull it up to guard her front as she made a smooth backwards movement and then set up her stance to one of ready defense, her sword at the ready, crossing in front of her, her steel banded arm also held out, ready to parry off any potential attack. “Come on then, both