In the twenty first century this author writes new fairy tales,
One where the hero fails,
Much like in reality, evil often prevails.
And Justice...
It only is relevant when it exceeds the profit of sales...
Society is a simple hypocracy,
A corrupt aristocracy...
Our nobles aren't skilled warriors, just adept liars.
'Read my lips'and you will hear what ever your heart desires.
Love is mythical just as the bird of fire.
Nothing can be immortal,
Even the greatest of civilzations fall...
Well we all know how this story goes...
The cynical story of souls...






Divinity dies in chaotic eyes,
Blood flies across the skies,
Metal fragments crack skulls...
Leaving deepened empty eyes and deeper holes.
The serenity of silence is only broken by bouts of voilence.
To witness the cycle of life and death in a gruesome sequence.
A fatal game to which the last standing mortal man becomes god.
What was once wrong is now right, how odd.
Slit the idle cowards throat,
Sacrifice him and make him a scape goat.
Lift his head up high for he is now a fearsome foe,
Valiantly struck down with a brutal blow.
The most innocent are the best to demonize,
A deadly disguise that harbors the developement of political lies.
She is such a lovely whore,
Every one traffics with beautiful war.

She is of divine inspiration,
An angel of creation,
Not truly perfect but always beautiful,
I have infinitely informed you that you were special,
A feeling I have had each and every moment held with out regret,
Standing quietly in the shadows with a shining smile in her heart,
Nothing can conceal the light in your eyes that is the becon of our universe,
To admire the simple pleasure of grace, intelligence, or humor...
Feel the tenderness of love and her strength of honor,
I thank you for your forgiveness,
Your affection is simply precious,
If I had a thousand words to describe you they would come up short,
For we survived the darkness, the anguish, and the hurt.
Love stands strong through tragedy and triumph,
The word that has gone unspoken is silent truth,
Pride is a sin but is it when there is pride in compassion?
A trait of womanhood.
Somethings can never be full acquired but they can be barrowed.
Lend me a hand or ear, perhaps a shoulder for tears...
Moisture is in the air as spring rain falls every year...
Followed by the heat of summer, the decay of fall, and the chill of winter.
Beauty lasts forever as long as it's remembered.
Steal a kiss, a heart, or a soul...
For true beauty fades only to return like the November snow.

Try to find me,
I'll go hide.
Try to catch me,
I'll run inside.
Try to unlock the door,
I've broken the handle.
Try to go threw the window,
I'll run out the back side.
I dare you to find me now.
But you'll never find where I hide.
I dare you to catch me now,
But I'll out run you everytime.
I dare you to unlock the door,
There's a hole you'll fall through on the other side.
I dare you to climb threw the window,
But I've nailed wood on the inside.
You'll never get inside.
No one said you didn't try.
I'll hide forever,
I'll never tell you why.
What?!
You've found me?
How could I let this be.
I let it all out.
Nothing inside left for me.
I poured my heart out to you.
And now you know--
Wait...
Why are you running?
You've tryed so hard.
I let you in.
You see me now.
I'm not hidden anymore.
Is it my turn to catch you now?
Am I that much to handle?
I tryed to hide,
But you found me.
I tryed to run,
But you caught up.
I locked the door,
But you broke threw.
I covered the windows,
But you shattered my home,
My outside,
To get in.
And now your running,
Bacause now you know...
How much I cared,
How much I didn't want to let you in,
How much I'm in love with you...
I won't run after you,
I'm too weak.
I'll just hide under this rock,
And hope no one finds me...
Again...