Shades

Sweet and oh so slow
falling like a piece of snow
when drops of light
drown in shades of night

tender voices softly whisper
in my heart there ain´t no glimmer
dancing sparkles softly shinning
touching until your head is spinning

a street of sand
in the middle of the land
where lonely souls met
and the sky humbling wept

Hunted House

Empty rooms
dusty air
full of memories
still so clear
heavy lies the air
dirty is the lair

shadows are wandering
unseen and unknown
like a whisper
just a hallow
touching with tender feathers
bearly through cold appearance

full of love and hate
buried into the walls
they are grabbing for your heart
pulling on your mind
run as long as you can breathe
only the dead are here to release

Heavy Rain

Standing in the mud,
crawling through the mist,
the screams of dying, crying men
flowing through the air,
once more they run,
once more they throw themselves against the breach,
under growling thunder of the night,
while limbs of legs and bones,
crack beneath their dirty feet,
running towards pain and honor,
thowing their bodies into waiting swords,
here on the field of Azincourt.