See the sun shine through my window.
Hitting, next to me, the empty pillow.
Makes me wish of things that could be.
What does the future hold for you and me?
I'd take you away and see the stars,
Make every single minute ours.
I'd grasp your hand and run away,
Until we are so far away.
I'd hold you in my arms at night,
Grasping you, firm and tight.
I'd get rid of all your fears,
Wipe away all of your tears.
I'd tell you everything is fine.
But maybe this is all a sign.
Try as hard as I might,
All I am is text on a light.
A picture might make you smile,
And maybe it is all worthwhile.
I just want to see you happy,
Feeling safe and sound, not c
Father of All and Nothing
Prologue
Thunder rolled through the dark night. On the beach, the sea roared against the sands with all its might. Tornadoes touched down all over the country side. The entire world shook. Most thought the Gods were angry, that the world had finally had enough of them and was lashing out. Little did they know, it was not out of anger, but out of fear.
Up in the castle of the kingdom of Damoria, a shrill cry pierced all the other sounds of the night. The shrill cry of a newborn baby. The King stood in front of the hearth in the throne room, pacing, and at this sound, looked up. His began to pace faster, wringing hi
I am from apartments,
Square yards and small gardens.
From small pets and big trucks,
To mountains of boxes.
I am from the workplace,
Amongst the working man.
From Hardees and Lees,
To the Country Buffet.
I am from Reading,
A place once known for its dresses.
Now known for its Bars,
I wonder what thats saying?
I have traversed with Blue Devils,
Indians and Proud Eagles.
To nest with the Dragons,
Most troubles forgotten.
I am from deception,
Lies and deceit.
From abandonment, choices,
And growing up fast.
I am from my mind,
My imagination and works.
From the coasts of Middle Earth,
To the magic land of
A tree stands tall and proud,
Provides support and shade.
Listens to your secrets,
Stores them in a silent glade.
People come and go,
The tree begins to care.
The leaves that hold its knowledge,
Become to much to bear.
The days wear on and on,
The burden grows to heavy.
The tree begins to sag,
Looking for support now ready.
As it looks it sees,
The countless it supported.
Absorbed into each other,
Talking amongst the exhorted.
"Never mind the tree!" They say,
"We have lingered long enough."
They begin to leave,
The tree has had enough.
An old friend comes along,
The tree is bent down low.
But the friend pulls out an axe,