Last piece of gold

Last piece of gold
To be saved or sold
For this moment to behold
Can I leave tomorrow cold?

Trust mistakes of  past to haunt
And concerns of future to taunt
When the present is killed swiftly
In an attempt to make a decision quickly

Last piece of gold
Either saved or sold
Can never provide enough security
To comfort this temporary state of mortality. 

Crimson Conspiracies

O sweet one! Ours is different land under the same sky

For minds of men are sharper than my sword

Their intentions brutal than my stab

Peaceful protest fuelled by conspiracies

                                        

Thou may name me murderer

And rightfully so, every soldier is one.

Red blooded men do feel fury

Witch! Thy veins must hold cold winter wine

To see your own die

And not succumb to the seductions of a dagger

Folks who live in forest of dreams

Have often woken up to a crimson reality

What is the cost of one life?

None more than ones morality

Paladin fights neither for gold nor glory

Have mercy on my stained sword.
Have mercy on the slain ones.

Inflammable is our Flames

For I'll be damned to disturb the disturbed
And famed if I slain the serpent in my mouth
Thy songs do bring peace to mine soul
Thy fury hath burned a hole in mine heart
Still I have danced to the enchanting music of your harp
Thy silent foot hath stepped in my stormy mind
But such twain are we, that me is kept aside for the likes of thee.

Burning bright colliding, blue they have been hiding
Million nights and million fights of million might
Causes flames to often lose their sight
Yet in the depths of dull blue, love survives
The value of survival is taken from the theft of harmony
The chaos of struggle causes disruptions in symphony
Million suns embedded in dark sky on a warm summer night
Under their grace of light, let love thrive.

The Art of Dying

Trickster Grim Reaper
Beware, O! mortal weeper

One who cries with the passion alike thunder
Thou hath forsaken the lightening, major blunder

The Art of Dying
Much like the beauty of Lying

Balanced fallacy for Illuminated
Unjust sorrow, justly fated

Die everyday won't you believer
Die every way please lover

Eternal passion for life held by hope
Paladin did die before war without single scope

Cost of one Life

I have often wondered about the cost of blood

That young soldiers easily let out and take away

Where do they bring such angst, such rage?

A cursed gift to bleed and not hurt.

Mine heart often weeps at flowers that adorn graves

Oh! What a waste of beauty

Cruel fates of daisy to be plucked for the dead

Moved for rotting flesh and broken bones.

Are my heartfelt, soul urged, palms joined and head bowed wishes

Not a chariot golden enough to take my love to heavens

That I have sacrificed another for my own?

Tell me Paladin, what is the cost of one life?

No King can insure a cloud for men next to Gods,

No Queen’s land can make the wicked rest in peace.

Paladin's Soothing Song

For I'll be damned to disturb the disturbed
And famed in heaven if I slain the serpent in my mouth
Thy songs do bring peace to mine soul
Thy fury hath burned a hole in mine heart
Still I have danced to the enchanting music of your harp
Knight's Paladin,such volcanic movements thou possess
Thy silent self chose to step in my stormy mind
But such twain are we, that me is kept aside for the likes of thee.

Knight in Shining Armour

My Knight, thou wishes to seek love or command over mine land?
Mine, I say, for she feeded me well.
For mine platter may not be golden like thy honourable Queen
Mere commoner that thou addresses me as
But I have slept a Queen's sleep at night.
For mine tears have fallen on this land
And I have watered seeds to oaks

Knowledgeable and Brave, thou art my Knight.
Thy armour shines brighter than thy peers.
But what is this scent of arrogance
That takes away from thy beauty?

Heed my words Valiant One!
Thou have left thee innocence in childhood
And Magic is a child's play.

Witch's Fire

Paladin's iris executed ideals and idea like order

Scorned by Witch's wisdom
Witch! he exclaimed
Thy vision governs fury mankind disdains
But thy eyes holds compassion too
Mine holds fear

Thou whispers wise to roses
Thou supple skin never fears the thorns?
Witch you hold occult dear
Hence I fear

Know thou not that King rules thy land?
That thou move through the tall grasses like a mother
My Queen disapproves of thee Witch!
Such grace must serve royalty or be royal themselves
Thee novice, mere commoner and moves like the crown herself
I scorn at thee for thou know not the land thou stands on

Witch!
I do mock the vision of a young lady with mind of a crone.

Footsteps of Paladin

Amun iris never need the Sun
Let alone Sons of the sun
Hath stepped in thy land
Let alone,
Sun of the Son promised the end of mine dark night

To whom I stay true mine ancient ones who lit the darkness within Mankind
And mine was a scent of calypso, Ye sailor, Ye riders of distant waters
Thee heart seeked to protect the ancient land.

I am presence hath besought mine spirit to let thy know
The one who dares separate the Light from Dark, the shore from sea will be burned for internity
For they have made the fault of not witnessing love in between
As the likes of Adam and Eve will be doomed by the dearth of sacred and thirst to know what lies onuppan the hellish winds and forbidden tides.

Knight Paladin stepped onto my shore
Calypso! give me strength to never drown
For he is the Son of my enemies.
For he is the heart of mine heart, soul of mine soul.

Forgive me my Knight, stars embbeded in thy armour
Overmany lands hath shaken under thy heart of stone
But I am the daughter of the night. to her I stay true.

Amun Ra wherein your heart truly lies. Therein soul abides.

Paladin's Heart of Gold

Him whose heart is hidden underneath a wreath of gold.

Scared knowledge warms up blood once cold. 

Blooming roses shine, thorns deceiving to strangers footstep.

Lies a heart stone cold dead, marking of a martyr's tomb.