Wings of Destiny

luni, 16 august 2010

Out Of Time

It's funny though
How much we know
But also sad
That we're not glad.

What does it feel
To have a thrill
To stop at once
And catch a glance?

These senseless words
Are all I've learned
From fear and love
From up above.

I cannot stay
I must just pray
To be in time
For all that's mine

And thus I run
Through love and calm
Through joy and wealth
Through life itself.

I must not rest
I cannot taste
Anthing that's mine
'Cause I'm out of time.

It's very sad
I can't be glad
Joy I can't find
For I have no time.

And so it ends
Along with my dais
I was on the run
But I had time.

duminică, 1 august 2010

Lost letter

As Leyla was walking alone on the streets of her town she saw a peace of paper on the ground. Her hands started to shake with emotion as she took it in her hands. There were words on it. It was a letter. She withdrew herself in a dark corner and read the following lines:

Dear Osrik,
I have been descussing matters with Ragnar yesterday after having had lunch with the head of our company Mr. Everard. I'm seriously thinking about an evil plan which will uncover most of the world's misteries. The main point is that we have to kill Joel and steel his diamonds. Thus we will reach the gates of Menromelle without getting hurt or...worse. My plan is to fead our man some cyanide after dinner (don't worry about the poison- a lovely lad will purchase it for me tomorrow morning). After killing our man we can take the diamonds away (oh, just so that you know the pollice are by my side).
Well, after we have reached Menromelle we have to set it on fire just so that we can build it again and rule it. We'll bring our people in order to make them work for us and help a new florishing empire to reveal itself beyond the limits of human ration.
Well, that's all for now. I can't write any more because I'm running out of ink.
Anyway........ hope to see you soon.
Yours most faithful man of honor,
Sigurd.

Leyla's heart jumped. She threw the paper and flet the place as soon as she could. She was sure of one thing: this letter will never get to Osrik no matter who that man might be. But she had no idea of what was to come.....................................