These words came to me one night while i watched the lonely
stars. Be warned I do not often share my poems with anyone
so this might offend some and I am sorry. This is speaking
from a hero's point of view. Here goes.

Mortals upon this land bound by fairy mysts,
Holding this land within a maze with many twists.
Good to Evil, Or Dark and Light,
We Mortals seem to be the ones to choose what is right.
With a power some become obsessed,
It is the power he must possess.
It all started with a tiny seed of evil- or perhaps a dart,
But all that remains now is a charred and blackened heart.
All to soon the tiny snow flurries fly,
And dark boiling clouds spill across our sky.
With a single stroke of hate one hope dies,
But we only seem to ask the simple question why.
With a sudden scream of pain the shadows begin to fall,
And all mortals begin to hear the darkness call.
Sharp is the warriors heart- this is always known,
With a golden blade those feelings of his are shown.
Very few have learned that lesson that the hero knew,
That his heart was right with his love so true.
A power like nothing else can come close- true love,
We see that even a warrior can be as gentle as a dove.

This might seem strange but I felt that I should post it,
who knows- maybe this will help someday.

Wind to thy Wings,
And Earth to thy Seeds.
SilverWind RavenHawke

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Lupar, in the year 225 AF.