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Now Gone

One day here.
Next day gone.
Always on the move.
Why do you always leave?
Why must you go?
Now Gone.

Call on Me

Call on me. 
When you need a friend.
Call on me.
In times of trouble.
Call on me.
And I will be there.
Call on me.
When you need a shoulder to cry on.
Call on me.
I will always be there.
Call on me.
During times of despair.
Call on Me.

Behind these Scars

Behind these scars.
 There is a story.
Each story; harsh.
Every cut has a line.
Every scrape has a sonnet.
Every blemish has a soliloquy.
There is a story behind every scar.
Behind these scars.

Secrets in the Grove

Oh, the secrets in the grove.
Such a magical dwelling.
The elves cast their woodland magic.
The dwarves dig in their mines.
The fairies and pixies dance.
The satyrs play on their reed pipes.
The centaurs play spider toss.
Oh, what a magical place.
Secrets in the Grove.

The Echo on the Wind

I hear a faint, echoing cry.
So quiet.
So distant.
The cry sounds again.
This time, it stirs something inside.
Thoughts.
Memories.
Things that have been forgotten.
Things that should not be remembered.
I hear a fading echo.
Once present, now disappeared.
The Echo on the Wind.

During the Night

During the night.
Magical beings come out to play.
The monsters gamble.
The witches and warlocks cast their spells.
The elves go hunting.
The dwarves mine for gold.
The centaurs argue and debate.
The fairies and pixies put on a sparkle show.
Oh, the sights.
Oh, the magic.
During the Night.

In the Shadows beyond

In the shadows beyond.
A deadly secret slumbers.
In the shadows beyond.
A mysterious shadow stalks.
In the shadows beyond.
Something dangerous lurks.
In the shadows beyond.
Something is watching.
In the shadows beyond.

The Storm inside of me

Deep down inside.
Down where no one can reach.
There is something going on.
A storm is brewing.
It's raging and blowing.
Tossing and throwing.
Thunder like artillery being fired.
Glowing knives of lightning cut the sky.
It's screaming and howling inside.
Smashing and breaking.
Rain drops like bullets.
Gusts of wind like battering rams.
This is the storm inside of me.

Beneath the Secrets

Beneath the secrets.
Beneath the lies.
Beneath the illusions.
Beneath the false confidence.
Is something quite different.
Under all the deception.
Is something quite pure.
Beneath the Secrets.