the final hour (poem)

the last scene of depart, as ravens leave the land
I look into my heart, as I hold it in the hand
I'm fearing this part, althogh that's what I've planed

darkness grows in the light, leaving shadows with no sense
I devote me to my might, as my muscles get tense

gripping my blade, I ride into the night
shadows will fade, through the slashes in the fight
these swords that we made, will take us to the hight

here in arrives, the final hour
if the soul survives, the battles devour
for the spirit then dies, within the final hour


[ps: I don't think it's really my best work till now but how bout some comments?]

A long time goes by (poem)

a long time goes by, but still the birds fly, and the mountains stand high, and a mother whispers her luliby. and as for all my tears in the eye, well my eyes have never been dry,
as long as I remember you by......