Crisis: Chapter 5.Chapter 5. „Mid Winter’s Night”Crisis: Chapter 5. by icey1456
The full moon was high above already sleeping Warfang lit by only few lights. One of greater of those lights was coming from the hospital, which was working around the clock. In her consulting room, there was sitting Tris. Especially for her needs she had been provided a much bigger working place with two rooms; the first one was an ordinary consulting room and the other one, closed behind a solid door, her little alchemy lab when she spent long hours of night duties such as the one she had in that very moment. The night duties were really boring to everyone; there rarely would come any patient when whole the city was sleeping. And so, the doctors who had duties not by patients in the hospital, but in their consulting rooms, very often just sat in the anteroom before their offices and would spend whole hours talking. They weren’t many of them at once, never more than six or seven. And so, after whole fifteen years of such pr
Lament for HaldirLament for Haldir by aiki-knight-warrior
Oh, Haldir of Lothlórien
The fair captain of the elves
Brave like thousands of the men
Skilled in fighting with a sword
With gentle smile on his face
In his hand he held the sword
Wore golden armor and red cloak
His eyes were blue as the sea
So handsome he seemed to me
I saw him marching to Helm’s Deep, and I knew
I won’t see him anymore
He looked so deeply in my eyes, and said
„Wait for me in Valinor“
I couldn’t hide tears in my eyes, for I knew
He won’t return anymore
I heared his voice in my ears, as he said
„Wait for me there on the shore“
Then he entred city’s gates
With elven soldiers by his side
And he said he came once more
Honour allegiance of old days
I saw him standing on the walls
He so noble seemed to be
Holding elven bow in his hands
Silky hair flowing in the wind
I saw him fighting with long sword
This great and skilled warrior
Such courage there he showed
He slayed many of the orcs
Suddenly I saw him on his kn
MemmingenOh my ladyMemmingen by CourageousPrincess
You and I must part
Oh my lady do not fear
I will always be near
Earth, she sings s lullaby
Calming as the wind
It does not matter where we part
It does not matter now
Soon we meet again
We will meet again
When the time has come
GloryLonging back to a time we knew,Glory by librarian-of-hell
There is one thing still left to do -
To write our names down in stone
Of memory and shattered bone.
Longing back to a time that cared,
Sons and daughters of those who dared,
Leave gold for brass, silver for steel -
No grace awaits for those who kneel.
I Wish You Where HereI Wish You Where HereI Wish You Where Here by isamuchan
Is it wrong to say that I want you after you told me you wanted me?
When I think at night about you...all I could think is I wish you were here sleeping here beside me in my lonely bed, holding me close to your body so that I don't feel alone.
BUT when I sleep, I can see you there near me holding me tight looking at me with your brown eyes gazing through my emerald eyes.
I then smiled and you smiled back at me.
They show that you care about me and will always be there for me, but at the same time confusion on how you feel about me.
I then slowly saw you vanish from my sight and your hold on me is gone just like your feelings.
But when I open my eyes, your not there and all I see is the darkness around my bed surrounding me.
The darkness is the symbol of my heart that is filled with isolation with out you there to fill it with love and hope that someone is out there for me.
I sit up and place my hand over my eyes as I felt tears streamed down my soft che
A Night's MusicEvery note jumps to lifeA Night's Music by TheLemon
and dangles, glides, dances
through the once silent air.
A strumming melody that flickers
like the uncertain flame
of a drifting candle.
Beats that illuminate a way
into the hearts and souls
of every man, woman, and child.
Songs beneath the starry canopy
of the endless mind,
stretching forever on and on
Music of love,
Music of passion,
Music that ventures beyond all imagining
into the dawn of past days,
days of gathering 'round the fire
under the shadow of a violet moon.
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