Rambling #6:

Eianalesh

I can't wait to defeat you, my long time foe. Your cold vengeful eyes pierce me sharper than the lance you carry. Your anger is growing, I can sense it in my mind. Your desire to overcome me is greater than your desire to be free. And I stood waiting upon the strike that would soon come. I am ready, warrior! I shall parry at your every attack. My elven blade is restless and hissing, anxious to strike you down.

And you made the first move. I promised you a meaningful battle, perhaps too meaningful for you to constantly remember. For you shall be defeated. You are no match with my power and my desire to avenge the deaths of many fueled my willingness to launch an attack at your exposed side. I know no mercy, only vengeance. Only hatred, no more love.

Alas, my foe your enchanted lance shattered. Compared to my powerful blade, it was like a mere stone against a strong boulder. Peices of the useless metal went flying all around you, as if surrounding you with a painful reminder of your weaknesses.

While the tip of my blade is poised at your throat.

It was then when you looked at me. The coldness in your eyes vanished and was replaced by that of a warrior resigned to his death. I can sense you no longer hold powerful magic upon the destruction of your lance. Yet your eyes remind me of the mercy I use to bestow unto others long time ago. For that is what you are asking of me now. You want a merciful death.

Do you deserve it? I asked myself right there and then. I only have a few moments to decide your fate. Precious moments as to whether or not my heart would listen to your plea. Is this a new trick? I searched upon your mind and realized that like me, you too have to stand for what you believed in. You are a noble person with a beautiful mind.

Why can't the world be as simple?

"Aiah,sen eianalesh kaz an larr," you whispered. I thought I would never hear those words again. At least not from you. I was moved by your sincerity, by the reminder of what and who we used to be. And it all came back to me now. The memory of your kiss. The warmth of your embrace. Before our lives have changed.

"Eianalesh, Denar." I answered, lowering my guard as a tear fell from my eyes. I need to leave you now. Or this weakness will once again consume me. Farewell my foe. The next time our paths shall cross, never again will I show such weakness.

Eianalesh...my long lost love.

Rambling #5

Will You?

I would like to welcome you into my world
however bizarre it may seem
and take you on a journey none have ever known
or imagined.
I am hoping you will let me take your hand
and lead you to my wonderful land.
The journey will not always be pleasant and the road is not always paved
but have faith in me and believe...
I can get us out of the deepest dungeons,
through many twists and turns
the trees shall be our ally, the birds shall be our friends
and when you feel that all else seem lost and broken
look to the moon
its light will remind you
that despite the darkness that is creeping
hope still shines and linger.
So will you come with me?
Will you dream with me to lands unknown?
Will you fly with me to a world beyond?

RAmbling #3:

Tell Me How?

How do you move on from an idle stage into something productive?
Like the amazing way the flower would bloom in the sunshine, embracing its warmth and its caring. And the way the raven takes its flight, intent upon starting a new day without thinking of the odds and ends but to simply start the day and rely on nature to unfold its plan.

How do you make yourself known and be remembered?
Just like the way Shakespeare immortalized his love for his son even when he was not yet known to all. Or how the lesson from the moth has survived from one generation to another even though it died a tragic death long time ago.

How do you move on from someone ordinary and become somebody special? How do you express your inner self without sounding utterly stupid or insane?

Most of all, how do you keep all your dreams intact when at one point, they all want to say goodbye?

Rambling #2:

What I want from You

I wanted you to talk, to feel. Your silence is deafening, my mind grow tense at your constant staring. Unwavering cold eyes upon me. Unmoving, like the death that would soon befall should you choose to remain in your silent reverie.

I wanted you to speak, beg for your life before I decide to take it and toss it to the wind. My pen is ready, aiming to destroy your very existence until you are nothing but a shadow in the corners of my mind.

But I wanted you to choose. I wanted to buy you time if that is the last good thing I would have to do in this earth, the world I created. The world where you belong. You realize by now how generous I am. Yet as much as my generosity could take you to the next bend, my patience will become the last nail to your coffin for I have none of it. You should be grateful I am giving you time to make up your mind.

You only have two options: Speak now or forever hold your peace.

Rambling #1:

I Bid You Welcome...

my mind, why do you wander so far? what troubles you?
why do you leave your sacred throne and let others control you?
let your courage take hold, your glory redeemed
return and be forever healed.

for soon you shall rule the world
and when doubt would assail you, remember
a star is not created in one day
but in a thousand years.

your efforts will not be in vain
and though your thoughts are unheard of
your voice will rise as others had before you.
so take a stand and face your destiny
as i welcome you home.