Pointy ears and leather armor
Hiding in the shadows
Too bad you hit the trap
And are now a block of ice
Bouncy red arrow on your head
Azrael getting toothy with it
Pokey arrows in your head
And now the little rogue is dead
Speaking on all things
Pointy ears and leather armor
Hiding in the shadows
Too bad you hit the trap
And are now a block of ice
Bouncy red arrow on your head
Azrael getting toothy with it
Pokey arrows in your head
And now the little rogue is dead
You say it all the time
I don’t want to be here
But what you never say is
Where you want to be
Where do you want to be
Where do you want to go
What is it that you want
What is it that you need
Only you can answer that
Only you know what it is
In the silence of the heart
In the silence of the soul
That is where the answers wait
You have but to hear the silence
It will guide you better
Than a cluttered mind
How do you put words
on feelings this deep
they all fall short
they cage something boundless
Language is too limited
Actions are not enough
But a look
See it in my eyes
It is in them
It is all there
In them you might see
In them you might know
In them
Reflected
Infinite
Unending
Feathered wings
White or black
It matters not
They walk a path
Not on pedastals
Not in the clouds
No longer above us
But here on the ground
Some see only devils
Castoffs and rejects
I see them fortunate
They walk among us
This is kind of an almagamation of Shadowalker and Rangers and about three other writings that weren’t posted.
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In the darkness of night
the shadows of day
a form slowly moves
observing the view
This is my life
to walk in places
others will not go
out of fear of unknowns
Here I abide
and stand firm, determined
no ground will I give
nor back will I turn
This is my home
it is all I have known
understanding the beast
makes it a beast no more
Some fear the dark
but the dark fears me
I know of its secrets
and hidden frailties
But make no mistake
about my place here
I stand in the dark
to hold it at bay
One cannot fight
an enemy unknown
or one will lose
before one volley thrown
I know the dark
it is my home
I know it well
so I will not lose
Every angle different
every refraction shimmers
every glimmer a different tint
every facet a new vision
What I will see
you may not
unless you look
through my eyes
I move around
constantly
looking at the angles
seeing the entire picture
Just one view
is not enough
who knows what’s hidden
if you never seek it out
Swing of the pendulum
Draw of the rune
Inner self speaks
Now can you hear her?
Quiet the thoughts
Empty the mind
Angels speak softly
Their voices are silence
When nothing else moves
When nowhere else is
She’ll speak in your heart
Advice she will give
It cannot be forced
Calm must prevail
A turbulent mind
Will hear only clamor
Meditation’s the path
Peace is the key
The question a door
The answer beyond
You say you aren’t
worth the wait, time, or effort
Guess what, you are wrong.
Darkness and shadows
They should not be feared because
I am here for you
There must be darkness.
This is a natural fact.
There will be darkness.
This is unchangeable.
I am at home here.
I know the darkness.
It long ago consumed me.
I am the darkness.
This is not brooding.
Just a state of being.
I am Jarek Shadowalker.
Darkness is my domain.
I stand in places shrouded.
I see and contemplate.
I stand silent, vigilant.
When needed, I act.
I understand the beast.
I became the beast.
For this reason alone,
I can hold the beast at bay.