Nothing... By Misty

Forced from a world no one could see, A man-child walks with no degree,
he looked upon the sky's crown, only to see nothing....
Nothing but the ground.



The garden awaits... By Misty (again)

In the valley before time came and eroded the stream without a name
Lived a garden tended by the one and all
They grew most and they grew them tall
The animals would feast and the children would play
But all you would want to do is sit the night away...
Away in the garden.


Freedom's slave... By Misty

Under the ground where no one could see him the man tossed away his
final freedom.
A chain, A rock, A glass full of pain.
Digging for what seems like milenia his hands broke through
the grain, of sand which was cough between his nails.
As he looked up to see his lifes work
Gloom and doom over took
his heart as he looked into the eyes of his master
who then kicked him back down the hole never to be seen
or heard from again.

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Lanosian, in the year 108 MA.