Poems from Soldier_Of_The_Lost
A fresh lit candle melted to a short burnt wick.
A bloomed red rose to dry fallen pedals.
A newly inked pen becomes a dusty love letter....
Hero, hero
I want to be a hero, hero.
Oh the hero comes,
I can hear the drums,
Our horses run to kingdom come,
through the pale moonlight...
Warm breath with glowing eyes my racing mind, as he tells me lies.
Burning stare through darkening skies, I cover my ears and try not to...
When the hand strikes midnight, it begins.
The darkest hour of the night.
Our candles lit, the time has come..
The darkest hour of the...
so viele Wege, so wenig Zeit. Möge dein Geist von warmen Erinnerungen wie weichem Sand an einem endlosen Strand erfüllt sein, lass deine...