Streets a empty, Ghosts of a shadowed past roam, aimlessly. Murmurs of age forgotten, Speech that bore no sound.
The silent continuity of water, Flowing in an ethereal grace. Dust settles on furnitures of time gone. The dark greenery overruns their ancient homes.
Song of people, once loud and gay Reduced to; but a mournful chirping of crickets. Boxes; faded; clues to a precious age long forgotten.
A tune sounds, you hear In this land of no-man.
Through the brambles, Past brackish waters. The tune never wavers.
A wolf howls, The moon rises. The haunting tune draws you in.
A village of lost friends, and you've discovered, That it was you, who made the journey to the other side.
Streets a empty, Ghosts of a shadowed past roam, aimlessly. Murmurs of age forgotten, Speech that bore no sound.
Friends who had left. Loved ones, moved on. Family, gone. They all come back here, As a memory, as a backlash. Coming all at you.
recorded on 3/03/2008 04:24:00 PM
warrior
Wan Zhong Hao aka ashhao
Current affilated to: IJC 0641B (Council)
Was: ATS '01/CHS '05
abilites
literature & drama
geo.
blades
knowledge
peace
love
armor
blue & black
cry
If there was any ability,
that could bring you back to me
I would gladly give up all my powers
for that one moment with you again.
values
Honor
Honesty
Intergrity
Chivarly
unlimited blade works
one of the most powerful form of magic,
caster creates a world entirely out of his imagination,
and has endless power over this realm he creates. also
labelled as sword's graveyard, for the amazing amount of blades
stored here.
