The Ghost and The Warrior

Shrouded Pathways, in the moonlit night
Forbidding and Inviting at the same time
He stood there, with Shields and Swords
To fight the Silence, with his honourable heart

aarggh.. the long wait...been hungry too long
hmph! dwelled here too long
many have come here, grrr....but no one for long..
i will wait for the next.. grrrrowl...how long???

Rising mist, carried a foul breath
A Warning!! "" keep away................."
The walls rippled, upside down in the tarn
Feets scurried away with fear, the Warrior was here!

grmppp..he arrives.. his stench anounces him..
brave he thinks he is..buurrrrff..
holds the sword too high...gaaahh..i see him
snip snip... i wait no more...

Creaking Doorway welcomes him...
Darkness envelopes, eludes all forms
With Unseen shapes all around
He prepares to fight!!!

har har...his heart beats too fast
he moves too fast... gllmmmp

He Strikes with his Shining Sword
A Shriek Resonates the Big Halls

Glllllooomppp..... yummy....
They dont know .. the Great Shelob has been waiting for long.......gruhmpp

hunted!

I just dont know..

having traced all the lines of your face
i have read the lies in your eyes
still when its time to let you go
i just dont know...if i would

gazing into your vacant eyes
i taste the tears every night
even when you dont say anything
i just dont knw.... if i should

i give away all i can, meekly
withering away as slow as the hours past
and even when you call out for help
i just dont know... if i could

Days Gone by...

Came across a poem by Alfred Tennyson, wanted to share with you all..

"The Princess":



Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days no more.

Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge;
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.

Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.

Dear as remember'd kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd
On lips that are for others; deep as love
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more!