The Parapice

Night, when blackness shrouds the land
Night, when dreams are nurtured from sand
Night, when freedom dawns and lights the way
Night, where my life has lead and come to stay
Day, when the light tramples the peace of free
Day, when dawns the freedom for the ignorant to see
Day, blinded by falsehood of future and what will be
Day, I search for the escape from my cage and the key
Dawn, when blooms the morning glories
Dawn, when begins the teller's story
Dawn, when wakes the great in all their glory
Dawn, when begins a new day for this morning
Awaken, meet and great this new day
Awaken, oh so many have passed away
Awaken, roused from slumber, I still sway
Awaken, within this devilish body I still stay
Believe, not in what you have or want
Believe, not in what you'll kill in hunt
Believe, not in you're fancy stunts
Believe, in the Blade, stiff and blunt
Blade, sword of power and of strength
Blade, source of light comes from the stave
Blade, think not of what you've done and gave
Blade, for thou art all merely knaves
Seek, seek for the roots and then the stem
Seek, seek for the gold in the dragon's den
Seek, seek for the valiance that is within
Seek, and only then whilt thy life begin.
-Chris Scroggins-