noorelven

We carved our heart in the willow tree, its leaves tickling our skin, laughing with us in the summer breeze, the sun peeking through its branches. You said you were moving away. Our time had come to an end. One final goodbye, an embrace beneath the willows, shadows clinging to our figures. I knew then that you would never return. Fall arrived with its cooler nights. The campfires weren’t the same without your s’mores and your scary stories. Winter returned in its frozen fury. Do you remember our snowball fights and our angels soaring towards the stars? Bird songs announced the coming of spring. I thought I heard you laughing a

i guess this is called life. the morning dew on the emerald leaves the amber of the sun, in the pink of the sky. < < i guess this is called life. this bewildered confusion. not knowing whats to come, with no prperation for it. < < i guess this is called life. the salty tears. the purple black bruses, like Iodine. < < i guess this is called life. this heart break, of not doing what you dream, following the dreams of others. < < i guess this is called life. this breeze, that takes the stormy waves with it. the knowlegde that  another day has ended. < < this is life. the smile that tommorow is a new day.

Since the time I was awakened From the very dawn I have lived and breathed I have always walked a lonely path For within me lies a dark disease. Hunted by all; Where no land would dare accept-- I ran to the solace of forest Within its depths I quietly crept. But as the moon shines from the cloudless heavens, Let ye who walk these roads stop and hear; The cry of the wolf from the haunted woods The bane of men draws near. It was 'Silverback' they branded me, Terror of men and beast alike. Knights and templar--all and any, Have sought to end my eternal night. But know this now ye hunters of mine For within these woods lies worse than I. The ghos