The fires next time of love and loss 
to dare to dream again 
is it madness is it a dream 
just to want to feel more then a broken heart?
Tell me truly dare I dream of love and passion 
or is it just a foolish scheme to dream of love and 
pleasure in your arms forever and ever 
or even a night not alone is it possible you tell me 
I want to know what its like to feel love returned this night 
not to be alone once more under the stars can you tell me the way 
to find a heart to hold in my hand and a love that will not go away 
I need it to feel whole so please show me the way to go home 
no longer alone 
 
 
  
 
 
 Ah oh ahaohway 
It comes it comes the rising sun 
In the light darkness must go away away 
To the dammed it is the weapon that must  
Be fled the one the all in the end dread
It comes on the rising sun  
The slayer of the dark on 
A messenger to all that live to cause peril 
A warrior of the east and yet a son of the west 
A wayward soul with a dark cast all its own 
Yet eyes that shine and a blade that cuts 
A will that can't be undone 
He comes from the land of the rising sun 
His blade is sharp and deadly to any foe that of honor lacks 
He is the one they say none can defeat 
His blows rage of anger His skill of power and death 
His honor is unquestionable 
His intent unknown 
Yet if it is the dark you serve 
His path you must not dare to cross 
Or wish you will you it was on the tree that hanged 
Or by a by the mob torn limb from limb 
For death follows His way in the most painful of stays 
He is the one of the rising sun 
With a quest to belay the darkness 
And those that serve its foul cause 
He is the way of justice and honor 
A way of the warrior that is true and 
Defeat he does not know 
So if I were you I would fear his path if it 
Were to cross mind your way for death is till the end of time 
 
 
  
 
 
 The mongoose stalked his lost pray
Her scent he smelt so strong 
Would not let time of day nor hunger sway 
Him form his lost pray 
The need for Her was damn strong indeed 
 To taste of her and spill his seed 
To feel the fire, to kiss her lips, to be with her and taste 
The abyss the fire the bliss 
He smelled her sweet sent on the wind 
That was what drove him wild with passion and need to play 
Her sent on the wind was like the deer to the hounds 
Once on the chase he could never let go 
She was the sun she was the moon and the stars 
She could have but it all, had she asked was my hand to hold 
And my heart to be bold  
To love and live and dream and sore  
That is what she got that day 
And I shall see forevermore 
 
 
  
 
 
 hmmm
the ride 
the wolf riders were free 
to find a new land  
the cursed fire had not 
taking their sprit when 
it took their home 
and neither humans curse 
more trolls betray 
shall destroy their untamable spirit 
across a thousand miles 
and thought lands lost to time 
did they find what was a home 
but one not to them 
for elves of a different kin 
stood across the dessert 
elves 
what was this 
were not they the only clan 
of the high ones to live? 
not according to there eyes 
to raid and find out the truth of this 
wild mystery the went 
but time and trouble had them 
miss content 
wild and furry was what they did 
not in friendship was first hand sent 
but of sword and spear and capture  
to this they find not at all 
an equal task for the land has 
a warrior (but one but what a one) 
Rayak the brave and bold of  
mind gifted baring 
and courage stout 
so the drama is set to 
meet Two that would be brothers in battle 
on first opposite sides 
one of fire and one of wit 
both of passion 
and compassion 
same yet different 
cutter two moon 
chief and sire of the wolfriders 
wild hearted elf of action 
blood of ten chiefs in his veins 
a man of action 
 
 
  
 
 
 Dark eyes a fire on a night of valor 
Dreams of a life torn asunder 
And wonders what to do 
With out a homeland to call ones own 
Or a family to wait for ones returning call 
All these and more were taken in one dark night 
And no matter what was done or said in the end 
Nothing ever could make whole what is gone and death is  
Fore ever a door that is one way wrought
So he wanders alone and untouched my human hands 
His heart grown as stone 
His blade as sharp as the stars that shine in the night 
His way of honor left unchanged for it is all he has left in this land 
And that he will not let be taken from him 
No he thinks try they might he will not let them have that pleasure 
Not that many are left that would have reason to hunt him and take that away.  For it was on a night like this, with the rain howling and wind tearing the land asunder did his honor in the end cost him all that was to hold dear, not that he new it would, but the task they gave-to kill an innocent child, he could not dare to do, and so he highest of warriors left his last mission undone and this was to cause his leaders no regard for sorrow-or so it seemed, yet we all in time gather evils and he had his far share of enemies, one greater then others who had hidden ways and secrets of power.
 
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