Lag-Wizard

Marching down forever winding roads, Chasing after dexterous fortune and airy fame People and places come and go, But my fate remains the same. Thru the forests, Thru the plains, As the world passes beneath my feet, I have everything to gain. I long for both the warmth of home, And a land no one can tame. Wandering still, My fate remains the same. Adventure I seek: A journey thru fire and rain. I will never be afraid Searching endlessly in Earth's domain. My road is rugged and path harsh; Washed in blood and tearstains. I'll still search on, and though I may die, My fate will remain the same.

Watch as the world around us changes. Every age must end. Weep your bitter tears and move forward Into the shadows of the past. Let go, brothers and sisters; Let go of the world and your chains. For when it forsakes us, All will be calm. Death suits beings who revel in it. Evil ways must be purged. Ages come and go, so We must move on. Ages come and go, and Yesterday was ours.

i.    Echoes.       Blips of color flit in and out,       The darkness is compromised.       Vibrations rock the inner mind,       Painting a picture.       Hues and shades weave into each other       And disappear with a "pop",       Mocking the silence.       Sounds twirl about, x.   Mixing in disharmony       With the background. &#

Ode to Twilight In that place betwixt light and dark Dream takes form and travels. hark! Glorious Dusk is on his way Swooping over to take the day. In that place where time stands still, Death doesn't dare tread till Strongmen lay down to sleep at last For they are done reliving the past. Their children still in broad daylight thrive Not yet ready for the gift of Twilight's dive. But soon they'll too, enter the realm of night And join Dusk on his eternal flight. In the patient realm of Twilight.

The Sage Alone on the trodden path he walks, Heartfelt and devoted. But still something inside him crawls. He feels shameful and demoted. The path is long and treacherous; He drags on endlessly. The mission seems very simple: Find soul's embassy. Sorrow and anger overflow In a sea of rage. The only way to calm it still Is to find The Sage. The beaten path keeps dragging on, It never seems to end. Is happiness truly worth This misery and pain? Dusk is here; the day is done, And now the hatred creeps. Along the path he wanders still When the doubts begin to seep. Voices that were never there Argue back and forth. Should h

Rondeau to Love This thing called love, it traps our hope, Drags us down as we try to elope. Every try by us to control, Just ends in messes we extol. Oh, how love is a slippery slope. Love loves to sneak in while we mope. It grins while binding us with rope. Drives inside with knives that are dull This thing called love. Love's trick is to fumble and grope. But when time comes, love will garrote. Why can't that sick creature be full, As the weak ones of us it culls? The worst is that it won't let us cope. This thing called love!