CONFIDENCE

North is a glimpse of your eyesight,

South is a distance between two worlds

An crumbled armor lays on my feet. I picked it up and felt comfortable near by it. It was mine.

A starlight night near the moonlight yells at me: Acceptance.

Towards the door we never opened, what might’ve been and what has been is in present.

The horns call upon everyone’s spirits to gather around the fire, the healing, the wounding, the soothing, all the spirits came down to the ritual.

The crawling howls of night terrors don’t seem to echo around these woods. I wandered around a dark forest when I could’ve stayed in the enlightened grounds, I failed to my ambitions, I tried hard but clumsy.

A blogged mind with words and thoughts can slightly work rationale. Even thought that spirit I was bonded with got away in the instances, I still feel in illusion pale soft hands soothing my face.

I went to look for peace invading a place that wasn’t grounded anymore. I stray out for love and wounded my love for others.

The hordes travel in the long dragon shaped ships. Wrestling more than the sea gods, a man’s will is affected in emotion. Motion can be magical.

Time is more than fleeting, is a giant turning wheel that will summon you to different moments.

When the war begun, the drums blasted over and over again, with a non ending melody. Moving towards the castle walls.

The seer says prophecy often to me, ‘Eyelids would cease to you, when you yourself have gone through the storm and be lost in freedom’

I should’ve been stronger.