Christmas Angel
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Christmas Angel
Christmas Angel
A while mantle cover the hill
is my path hidden there?, somewhere?,
where i can find it?..., it is so cold, tired of walking.
i'm so tired and cold that i can't even cast my fire.
I need to keep going, it's falling from the trees
i feel it like stings, i can't feel the skin in my face
my cape is heavy more and more in every step i left.
would be only that remains till the winterwind fade them away?
or it get fill in every chake of the leaves...
*whisper*.... -where are you?... several days has passed
since the last time i saw you...-,- come back to me i remember
i said once, was so quiet that i even started to miss her voice
right away when silence came.
Alone in this winterpath, and the mantle grows and my sight
can't reach the end... where is it....? my distant sun...
is all i can see when i falling, it is still cold.
What is that light? i feel like i can see if it was in front of me,
is the light of her face with the dark of her eyes,*whisper*
....-come back to me...- is a new season , everyone is rejoycing
in this holy night, my day is fading... do i will miss the celebration?
i can't find my way, wish i could cast but im so tired.
My strenght is abandone me, my knees feel the cold of the mantle,
wish i could rest now... still the stings tearing up my face....
Falling face down...
What is that? is the winterwind blowing away that hard, something heat
my forehead, i remember that touch, i think i m awaking again,
that water? i remember it too, i can do my own, but how if i'm so tired
to cast or conjure, but is not the same, what is holding me?
... a soft warm coat, leather boots, i can't see a face...
Where am i? fire but not mine, lights and a tree, i will not miss the
celebration
after all, that smell, i can feel it throug the air is not only the
food or
drinks
an essence, a warm hand again, no more stings on my face.
i found my way?, or my way found me?
Now i can see a face, the dark eyes were pure light
it was her that took me here in my hour of need, she found me
my angel,
my Rogue, the Christmas angel.
Kevaar -in a stormy winternight-
(Is not that great but i wrote it time ago, inspired in my WoW character and other friend's character when we used to play together.)
A while mantle cover the hill
is my path hidden there?, somewhere?,
where i can find it?..., it is so cold, tired of walking.
i'm so tired and cold that i can't even cast my fire.
I need to keep going, it's falling from the trees
i feel it like stings, i can't feel the skin in my face
my cape is heavy more and more in every step i left.
would be only that remains till the winterwind fade them away?
or it get fill in every chake of the leaves...
*whisper*.... -where are you?... several days has passed
since the last time i saw you...-,- come back to me i remember
i said once, was so quiet that i even started to miss her voice
right away when silence came.
Alone in this winterpath, and the mantle grows and my sight
can't reach the end... where is it....? my distant sun...
is all i can see when i falling, it is still cold.
What is that light? i feel like i can see if it was in front of me,
is the light of her face with the dark of her eyes,*whisper*
....-come back to me...- is a new season , everyone is rejoycing
in this holy night, my day is fading... do i will miss the celebration?
i can't find my way, wish i could cast but im so tired.
My strenght is abandone me, my knees feel the cold of the mantle,
wish i could rest now... still the stings tearing up my face....
Falling face down...
What is that? is the winterwind blowing away that hard, something heat
my forehead, i remember that touch, i think i m awaking again,
that water? i remember it too, i can do my own, but how if i'm so tired
to cast or conjure, but is not the same, what is holding me?
... a soft warm coat, leather boots, i can't see a face...
Where am i? fire but not mine, lights and a tree, i will not miss the
celebration
after all, that smell, i can feel it throug the air is not only the
food or
drinks
an essence, a warm hand again, no more stings on my face.
i found my way?, or my way found me?
Now i can see a face, the dark eyes were pure light
it was her that took me here in my hour of need, she found me
my angel,
my Rogue, the Christmas angel.
Kevaar -in a stormy winternight-
(Is not that great but i wrote it time ago, inspired in my WoW character and other friend's character when we used to play together.)
Tharmetal- Number of posts : 96
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Registration date : 2007-12-12
Re: Christmas Angel
*whisper*.... -where are you?... several days has passed
since the last time i saw you...-,- come back to me i remember
i said once, was so quiet that i even started to miss her voice
right away when silence came.
Damn, son! Thats fucking awesome!
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