The Ballad of the Broken Paladin
in a small tavern, in a nameless village near the front line to the war, a somber mood filled the air. how long had the war raged, how many friends, family members had been lost? worse, the war was ebbing closer to them. they were losing. it was only a matter of time before the enemy banners would be seen on the horizon.
in one corner, a lone bard sat, lost in thought, as he looked at his lute, a gift from a friend. on it four notches were carved. though lost in his thoughts, his tormented memories, he could hear footsteps, heavy ones heading his way. when they stopped, he knew...he could tell that someone w
The whisper of the muse
She is there, always
Even now, captivating
I can see her clearly in my mind
Her presence inspiring,
more than she could ever know
She stands, here, with me,
selfless, a vision, a dream
Her soft voice, her gentle laugh, her cute smile
can chase shadows and doubt away
a beacon of light that brightly glows
She is strength and passion
playful, wise, intriguing
In her light, truth can be seen
darkness lifts, revealing what is
what must be and where all will go
She is beautiful
on the surface and within
Hypnotic eyes, an amazing smile
a caring heart that empowers
Powerless
It is never easy when you see it...
To stand there in its cold shadow...
Knowing there is nothing you can do...
Knowing that you never really mattered...
Knowing that you cannot make a difference
Knowing that you do not matter
Knowing that you are so completely replaceable
It is never easy when you feel it...
Like a cold metal gauntlet piercing your chest...
Hearing it twisting as it reaches in, crushes and destroys...
Hearing their taunts, their whispers, their jokes...
Hearing the footsteps as she walks away, again...
Hearing those voices, those damned voices echo...
Hearing their echoing laughter all over again
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Escape
No matter where I go, I can hear that voice, it is there, even now
It calls, it torments, it questions, it will not grant a moments peace.
I know what it wants; it is the same thing it wanted so long ago.
It tells me that I am worthless
It tells me that I deserve it
It tells me there is no other way
Over and over again, when I wake up it is there
When I go to sleep, it is there reminding, judging, mocking
There is no escape, save one
But not today
Not today...
The hidden truth
I have stood in the river and have watched as things have gone on around me. When in the river, you must stand strong against the current and the branches and stones and other things that smash against you, day after day, seeking to make you lose your footing, lose your way. Every now and so often though, something comes from around that corner and blindsides you to the truth...it knocks you below the waves, bashes you against the rocks and makes you question all that is.
It is hard, so hard to maintain your focus and see the truth, not a truth, but the truth, that overriding reality that is, it is not affected by percepti