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Sweet Mother, sweet Mother, send your child unto me, for the sins of the unworthy must be baptized in blood and fear!

Some people say he breathed fire like a dragon

Some say a giant ape with a human soul

Some say he's the bigfoot

Some say Sasquatch

The legend changes and grows each time its told



Well it was winter time high atop McCullough's Mountain

The year was 18 hundred and 75

A hunter sees a track

There's a chill run down his back

Is it possible such a creature is alive



Well a party of men trudge through the blinding cold

To find and kill this monster of a troll

Well the seasons start to turn

And what happened was never learned

The legend changes and grows each time its told



Well a hundred years have passed on McCullough's Mountain

And a hundred men are lost on its haunting side

No one really knows

But the legend, it grows and grows

Of where, and how, and by what the young men died



Some people say he breathed fire like a dragon

Some say a giant ape with a human soul

Some say he's the bigfoot

Some say Sasquatch

The legend changes and grows each time its told

Why do so many people wish for death when they haven't even begun to truly live yet?

Alduin's wings, they did darken the sky.

His roar fury's fire and his scales sharpened scythes.

Men ran and they cowered and they fought and they died.

They burned and they bled as they issued their cries.



Dovahkiin Dovahkiin naal ok zin los vahriin

Wah dein vokul mahfaeraak ahst vaal

Ahrk fin norok paal graan fod nust hon zindro zaan

Dovahkiin fah hin kogaan mu draal



We need saviors to free us from Alduin's rage.

Heroes on the field of this new war to wage.

And if Alduin wins man is gone from this world.

Lost in the shadow of the black wings unfurled.



But then came the Tongues on that terrible day.

Steadfast as winter, they entered the fray.

And all heard the music of Alduin's doom.

The sweet song of Skyrim, sky-shattering Thu'um.



And so the Tongues freed us from Alduin's rage.

Gave the gift of the Voice, ushered in a new Age.

If Alduin is eternal, then eternity's done.

For his story is over and the dragons... are gone.



And so the Tongues freed us from Alduin's rage.

Gave the gift of the Voice, ushered in a new Age.

If Alduin is eternal, then eternity's done.

For his story is over and the dragons... are gone.

I cannot brain today, I has the dumb...

An extremely good game, by far my favorite...well along side with Final Fantasy 7!

That is not dead which can eternal lie,

And with strange aeons death may die.

In this dark and rainy night

He comes out of the shadows

He wants to finish what he began

A thousand years ago



He starts the engine of his machine

He puts her body on the table

He looks into her broken eyes

And he seals it with a kiss



Where am I

What's happening to me

Everything's so cold

Everything's so dark

What is this pain I feel

Why does it hurt

Please no, let me die



She's a creation made by evil hands

She's slept in her grave for a thousand years

But in this night of violent tears

He brought her back to life again



He created an angel just for himself

He gave her beauty, he gave her life

But she could not live without a soul

So she faded away again



He's so fascinated

By her pale white skin

He starts to kiss her body

All over again



They belong together

That's what he has in mind

She kills him with a kiss

Forever joined in death

The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.

Contrary to what you may assume, I am not a pessimist but an indifferentist- that is, I don't make the mistake of thinking that the... cosmos... gives a damn one way or the other about the especial wants and ultimate welfare of mosquitoes, rats, lice, dogs, men, horses, pterodactyls, trees, fungi, dodos, or other forms of biological energy.

I do not concern myself with such frivolous topics. For while one side seeks power through domination and opression, the other side's public display of idiocy and antics only aids in building a reputable case for the tyrant. And the rest are left to suffer both sides.

If one can discover the beauty that lies in darkness, who then is anyone to claim you are blind to the light. For your eyes are capable of perceiving both.

Babysitting my niece and two nephews reminds me that nothing should be taken for granted. A child finds excitement and intrigue in what adults find trivial and mundane. Children are tuned in to everything that unfortunately and all too often fades as one becomes jaded by the poisons of adulthood. It is a curse, that forces the adult in us to long for the return of our innocence lost.

A serpent lights the ancient sky

A threat of tainted stars

Evil stirs and in its wake

The souls of mortals sway



Sorrow reigns

Over fields of red

Spirits pace

Through the shadows cast by their graves



These are days and nights of venom and blood

Heroes will rise as the anchors fall

Brave the strife, reclaim every soul

That belongs to the Beauty of Dawn



Darkness strives to blind the strong

But Faith will guide our swords

Loyal hearts we'll stand as one

And fight with shields of Hope



Pride fuels the deadly fire

That devours our tower of gold

The drums of war will rage and roar

‘Til the sun burns bright once more



These are days and nights of venom and blood

Heroes will rise as the anchors fall

Brave the strife, reclaim every soul

That belongs to the Beauty of Dawn

I slept with faith and found a corpse in my arms on awakening; I drank and danced all night with doubt and found her a virgin in the morning.

There are not many persons who know what wonders are opened to them in the stories and visions of their youth; for when as children we learn and dream, we think but half-formed thoughts, and when as men we try to remember, we are dulled and prosaic with the poison of life. But some of us awake in the night with strange phantasms of enchanted hills and gardens, of fountains that sing in the sun, of golden cliffs overhanging murmuring seas, of plains that stretch down to sleeping cities of bronze and stone, and of shadowy companies of heroes that ride caparisoned white horses along the edges of thick forests; and then we know that we have looked back through the ivory gates into that world of wonder which was ours before we were wise and unhappy.

A picked a wonderful night to enjoy a bonfire by myself. Listening to the wolves and screech owls always brings me pleasure.

This is still up for debate as to how I identify myself. My I have a wide range of traits that fit into many categories, so at this point in time, I am an enigma.

My status reminds me of a Psyclon Nine song I am very fond of

What is better, kindnesses such as accepting to eat the cake with entirely too much nutmeg or rejecting the chance of ending up with myristicin poisoning? Hmmm, I chose the former and am now paying with bouts of extreme lethargy. Sigh, the lengths I go to be polite.

I suppose "FLEDGLING" is an appropriate first journel title considering the fact I am, for all intents and purposes, a newbie on this site. I can only hope to grow and learn much while I am here.