A Place To Call Home
(The Place I'll Return Someday)
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Time...
It passes unconcerned as people live
Dreaming of Mercy
In a world of Anxiety,
Uncertainty and Sorrow
At times
All their hands were clasped in friendship
At times
With their lifted arms
All their colors bled into one
In a world of thick Mist
Those men who truly die
From a war that must be won
Are nowhere to be seen
In a world of blank books
The sons of silent age were born
Crying for Mercy
In their Mother's arm
Within Time
They will soon learn
How to live
With pale shelter
Within Time
They will soon understand
How to deal
With the empty stares
Because they already knew
From the start of the first page
Father won't be home
Father ain't the same
Until the end of the last paragraph
Those were the days
Lived by the infant
Those were the times
They were also seeking something
Inside their thoughts kept from everyone
To relief such heartache
To seek all the answers
To believe in themselves
A goal, a dream to be materialized
In a shape of a Dragon...
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Under The Crescent Moon
Book One:
Power, Corruption & Lies
A character study
by Janet K. Wallace
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Under The Crescent Moon: Power, Corruption & Lies/Laughing Stock
Fiction généralePower, Corruption & Lies: "Post hoc, ergo propter hoc". The priori; with the bad moon rising at the horizon, beyond the heavy and mysterious sea of Mist, no blood is thicker than the ink belonging to a collection of stories, tails, vignettes, though...
