The truth is: you have no clue. I was stuck in a cave. And she must never be saved.

The truth is: She never chases anything at all. That is me! I thought you could see?

The truth is: her credibility remains high. When you are able to look at her soul you will be the one with the painful sighs.

The truth is: every word has already been said. Every thought has already been thought. If not taught to the next generation even every song will fade. What a shame, what a waste of knowledge. Stop pushing things to the edge.

The truth is: why question if it is worth to spend efford on reading already said things to receit lines mixed with own thoughts? Why think that one is way more smarter for being silent. Are ya havin fun just Watching all the violance?

The truth is: no wave nor water will ever drown her ever. And I truely mean ever!

The truth is: HE always protects and loves her dearly. Even if HE is always snoring fiercly.

The truth is: she will not lay forevermore. She is just gone - not for ever - just for now.

And the truth is: The guardsman said may she STAND forevermore. But he ment me, not her, so now ya'll know.
I might come back to live in my little box and play in the snow. Time will show....

Until then, alas!
May Silvestry Carnevalis bestow you with dazzling stuff and such...
Ahem...not as if I am into poetry that much.





Penned by my hand on the 17th of Mayan, in the year 894 AF.