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De media nocte conventus (The Midnight Meeting) De media nocte conventusDe media nocte conventus (The Midnight Meeting) by Tarzok
(The Midnight meeting)
The bell rings out across the land, the journey begins anew.
Two souls destined to meet, at the crossroads of time and thought.
One descends from Olympus on high.
Niveus wraps around her, blinding all who dare a look.
The other shift's thru the shadows between life and death.
Cloaked in Umbra, his eye's, that of thee abyss.
You wouldn't think the two, in very good company.
But always they meet.
There on that old rickety fence looking over the Waning Gibbous.
They sit talking long into the night.
She desires the secrets he holds so clos
To be, Thy apple tree To be, thy apple treeTo be, Thy apple tree by Tarzok
I look out my window, see the sunny sky and all I can ask is why?
Why, what is the point I ask myself, what is the reason to be?
I know it's an odd question to hear from one so young, why I'm not much more then ten but I still want to know?
I won't get my answer sitting in my room all day so I go ask my brother.
Brother, what is the reason for being?
I don't know sister go ask mom I'm busy.
All right. So I go to Mom and Dad.
Mom, Dad what is the reason for us to be?
Her parents looked at her confused. What ever do you mean?
I mean what is the reason for us to be. Why are we here?
They smiled, you're to young to be thinking of things like that why don't you go outside and play.
Not liking the answer but not knowing what else to do I grab
The Four Immortals The Four ImmortalsThe Four Immortals by Tarzok
There was once a band of brothers, not by blood but brothers none the less.
These four brothers were know through out the lands.
What made them legendary was not just there unmatched skills in battle, but there unique ability’s.
For you see these brothers could be slain not by sword or arrow fire. Time it self could not touch them.
The first was a knight who's armor gleamed in the noon day sun, but now stained red with the blood of a million mortal men.
The second had a smile as wide as the sky. He would pull you in with a whip called day and finish you off with a dagger named night.
The third was a giant of a man who made his enemies shake and with his giant hammer the earth it's self would quack
Last but not least was a man who was as fast
In My World In My WorldIn My World by Tarzok
You call me crazy because I talk to myself,
You call me strange because I see things in a different light,
You whisper curses behind my back, Not that I really care.
Because I live in my own little world where you're cruel words are powerless.
I sit in my world content and watch the world go on through a two-way mirror.
I see people filling there lungs with poison clouds,
And kill there body's with liquid- sweet on the lips but a killer of the soul.
They condemn those behind bars, but turn a blind eye to injustice themselves.
I see them killing in the name of God, Money, and State.
You see, we all share the same fate so why not get along wale it lasts.
I sit here in my own world watching ,always watching from the corner, and I cant help but think.
That maybe ju