Chapter 6.26 : Is this really his passion ...

In the warmth of sheets one lay upon,

a stuffed pillow that one will rest on.

with a gentle quilt that hugs one tight,

very soon his weary mind will take flight.

In the midst of battle one must bear,

the crest and symbol that he shall care,

aims and goals that set so high,

as if humans were meant to fly.

Crimson blood that drips off one,

like an endless shower of a gun,

holding on so tightly like none,

trembling deeply with a strong front.

Falling into darkness one must bear,

diving deep into the hunter's lair,

shutting out senses that one can't help,

but to succumb to the fear that one once dealt.

From the ashes of fire shall be woken,

a glimmer of hope that they have always spoken,

that one shall rise up on this dire occasion,

but is this really his passion ...

Chapter 6.25 : Bridge ...

We have crossed many uncertain lands,

with that glimmer of hope still in our hands.

Lost in a world of endless dreams,

bound by faith we stand as a team.

Blistering heat burnt our tender skin,

like linen weaved by a rusty pin.

Trembling storms that poured like ice,

shards that shatter a rolling dice.

At the end all we hope to see,

is a place to stay just you and me.

Believe in that make believe,

that one day we shall cross that bridge.

Chapter 2.6 : They all deplete ...

I had a dream of make believe,

jumping in and out of darkness it slowly weave.

Starts a storm in the untouched reef,

resulting in a silent cold wimp.

Shadow that spreads like an avalanche,

singing a tune that packs a punch,

like the bitter taste of an old crunch,

opening both hands that welcomes lunch,

a fear and doubt over my silent hunch.

How do you dispose something like water,

when there is no way to do in proper.

If life was clear and meant to be,

then what is the difference between you and me.

Clearly a difference can be concluded,

like the sun and moon that are destined to be parted.

The life we seek just cannot meet,

just like dreams they all deplete.

Chapter 6.24 : A fainting dream ...

I see the open sea,

with the sunset and a breeze.

Palm trees sway from side to side,

as gulls fly by up in the sky.

Like a fainting dream that met its end,

how am I to hold its hands.

Time slips like a firefly,

like its touch that slips right by.

It seems so strong and towers above the rest,

but appears so simple just within reach.

Standing out when least expected,

driving nails deeper and rusted.

Like a veil of shadow that shrouds his heart,

with words of poison that cross my gut.

Silent movements that move so swift,

send you into a mindless rift.