wingless-and-rising

Part one "When there is a meeting, there is sure to be a parting. Though that parting may not last forever."            "Look kid, I am just the messenger. It's not my decision, it's yours." The giant's voice carried into the night.            "Can't you at least tell me how I died? I didn't think I was that sick…" The boy tried hard to keep a straight face and slow his breathing. Even in death Kenu's pride kept him from crying. He couldn't help but laugh, why bother trying to look tough now? Who was left to judge?            "Does it really matter kid? Besides, I just deliver the message. The message is, you're dead. You have a j

        He is making a scene again. He knows he isn't going to jump from there, and five hours later they should know too. I don't blame him for wanting the attention; I just hate the way he gets it. "Get down and let's go home already, I'm hungry." Normally I would just stand back and watch him make a fool of himself, but this had already gone on far too long. "No, I am serious this time. I'm going to jump, and everyone will know I was serious. They will miss me, and regret mistreating me." He sounded just as serious as every other time we've done this dance. Except that time with the gun; he just laughed through that one. "Look, I'm s

What I know I know not The things I’ve seen I’ve long forgot

We raise our fists With hopes held high We scream these dreams To the still night sky

Let me see the path I've walked, For it was long and dark, Let me see where I stand now, For I pity those who followed, Let me see the path ahead, For I am lost and do not know, Let me see what this means, for I am but a sheep: blind and faithful

The setting sun sets the sky ablaze. With the fading light I pray, Pray for just one more. One more sunrise, One more day, One last chance. To find a way, To walk a path That goes toward dawn. My path leads to the sunset. Where I will stop and pray, Pray for just one more. One more sunrise, One more day, One last chance.

The sun sinks in a distant sky, The last of the light burns out. As it falls, the sun whispers With a tone of regret. A mournful vow. A vow to the world, A vow lost on the wind. The wind carries on, Dutiful and slow. Unknowingly It has stolen a bond. It has brought dark and doubt. In its wake, There is fear and pain. For it has stolen a vow. The vow from the sun That a new day will dawn, Light will rise to fall again.

Fire licks our flesh as we turn our backs on falling snow. The night sky cries as the heavens fall on our shoulders. With our eyes fixed on the horizon We carry on through the frozen doubt. The frozen doubt that chills our souls, Souls that blind with fading light, Light from the flames we hold inside. The light that guides our way. The coals burn bright, but fade with time. With faith we pray and they survive. Survive the chilly fear that haunts these nights. With faith we pray and they yet grow, Grow until the world burns bright

As the sun sets shadows spread Bringing warnings of the chill to come With malice they grow Grow untill they take the sun The final light fades to beacons Beacons fixed in the dark night sky Beacons that guide the lost The lost which wander through the shadows The lost which push on through the cold The stars shine bright as embers That light our path against the night We walk the path we've carved The path we've carved with faith This path that leads to dawn