TheQueenofTerrasen

    Outlined in rays of silver light, a young man trudges on, weary    Through a land of ice and fallen stars, that seemed to stretch into eternity    The winds of winter howl around him, yet he stays his course, determined    To weather the storm that brewed in the horizon, and reach the lands beyond    Which he had once known as home, before the king had called him away    To go to war in a foreign land, where he hadn’t expected to survive    Jaw tight against winter’s sting, he knew he had to do all he could to survive    In this unforgivable terrain, even though his bones and body were weary    From traveling on and o

An army awaits, in the shadows of the night Not a sound is heard, as they all hold their breath Waiting for the signal, of a flickering amber light To attack without mercy, like a raging shibboleth The flame ignites, the trumpets blare Men draw their blades, as they surge forth with battle cries And unleash their attack, in a way no man would dare Led on by their commander, to surround them without guise Some said they were fools, to perform such a dangerous feat Others said it was impossible, they wouldn’t live to see the dawn But the commander dismissed them, he knows his army is elite This time they’ll crush their enemies, un

Beneath the shadow of the moon, a lone knight stands, watching Waiting for his former apprentice, to walk through the gate But in his place, only silence meets him, mocking Amidst the frigid wind, he could almost hear him calling Yet knows he isn’t there, he isn’t there for him to await Beneath the shadow of the moon, a lone knight stands, watching When he had seen him near death, he knew he shouldn’t have been halting He should’ve stopped the blade, he should’ve prevented his fate But in his place, only silence meets him, mocking He’d seen the defiance in his eyes, as his body was falling “Soon th

A world of ash, the poor are suffering In London’s streets, looked down upon with scorn The place where steam and noise is smothering It’s here where they let out their cries and mourn But from among their midst, their cries are heard By twins who step forth, hateful and oppressed To free the city’s poor, determined, stirred And leave in place, an icy blood impress With blades of steel and promise in their eyes They rally those who are against this way To show why London’s kings are full of lies And give them truth behind the words they say It’s time to take back London’s stead So join the Rooks, letR

Assassin hunter Traitor to the Brotherhood Hated by many Numbers and problems Make me feel stressed and confused I don’t have a life A bow across strings The sound comes fast and light Unexplained by words With the Iron Horse It’s an age of invention In the busy streets Brash, reckless, and proud Jacob Frye goes to London To free the oppressed

The structures of numbers Sends pain through my skull They drain my thoughts Like a pool my frustration builds I suffer in agony At home I have no life Every day I sit there In the chair, staring at numbers Writing numbers on a page Black against white My confidence dwindles To be replaced by agony I fight against despair But it pulls me under A fish caught in a net With no hope of breaking free My only way of escaping Is by submerging myself in music That sets me free Into another world

Stress and concerns, they make me feel empty Threatens to overpower, I release them from my mind With a sheet of paper, feeling slightly testy I go forth into my world, in a story defined Now enveloped in my mind, with a melody in my ears Trailer music composers, like Audiomachine and Mark Petrie Bring a clarity to my thoughts, and overpower my fears They bring forth my ideas, without too much pedantry I set my mind free, from the things I despise And release my fears, into the pages of despair Where I tear myself from anxiety, and into other skies I am free in this realm, that’s far easier to bear In my world I have, a freedom that&