| A dark and shadowy piece that looks at the horrible creature we can become, and the horror we leave in our wake. |
| A dark and shadowy piece that looks at the horrible creature we can become, and the horror we leave in our wake. |
| A poem I wrote inspired by the song "Melodies of Life" from Final Fantasy. |


StoriesA fantasy, our desires, A story that we want to be, A tale that we want to star, A song that we want to sing.Stories
Dreams that lead us on, Drawing the path that leads. Down the trial we go, Drawn to the world we want to know.
The truest wants, the heart that yearns, To be what we want, to pave the road. To love and be loved, to soar far, To dream another, to live it on.
A world we want to live, Drawn to as we're repelled, To live the stories we want to, But in our lives we should.


Melody of LifeThose piano notes quiver by in the air, drifting along in a symphony of song; The delicate slurs of rhythm ever fair Reverberate in the wind where I belong.Melody of Life
Quick as the wind picks up dust, In dotted staccato steps it starts, The notes jump and wildly thrust, Light and fast and soar like darts.
As I listen to the fading notes lengthen And closing my eyes as they begin to slow; As my will and might fail to strengthen, And resting as the soft final notes finally flow.
But even if the melodies of life stop and die, The echoes of these notes will no


In my wakeUpon this path, this road, I take, Thread through their fog, leaving a wake, A shattered nightmare, abandoned, forsaken; Forsaken with passion, not man-made fate.In my wake
The journey's rough with fright's true might, Condemned wind and hallowed cries fly. A vessel shivers, frozen with frantic hell, Across the Styx and towards despair.
Tendrils of Hades that gnaw and numb, Imprison the mind and saturate with fear. Thought naught but devoted to the passage beyond I forge on alone, leaving a wake, a shadow,
A horror of reality and epiphany, To wreak havoc


Melodies of LifeThe scales cascade by in quivering tones, A scene of beauty dynamically changing. The notes hang in the air, never alone, Composing a song, a melody unchanging.Melodies of Life
The rhythm echoes through our hearts, Stepping side by side in andante fashion. The sweet ringing chords strike to impart A running song's melody in heartfelt passion.
The notes shout with bold breath, And fade with a soft quiet sigh. The memories will last till death, A song, a melody shall cry.
This melody cascades by in repeat, A song of life's never-ending glory. This piec


Who Are You?Who Are You? When strangers call you family.Who Are You?
Today my heart is wistful, Today my heart is cold, Today my heart is alone,
No longer do we stand united, Or have we always been divided? Does that leave me shortsighted? I look at your face, who are you?
Yesterday you weren't there, Yesterday you had a name, Yesterday you seemed far away,
Why now, in a time of sorrow? Why do you pretend to care now? You won't be there tomorrow. Why should I introduce myself?
Tomorrow isn't delightful, Tomorrow you won't be bold,
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