between sleep and awake...

there is a rumor of a man...
of a myth or a legend and man so great that he can create and destroy and he holds our fate in his hands. a leader who can discern and is uncorruptable and man who is from where i am from but not of what i am. he a great man and he is who i am waiting to follow. he is strong and wise compassionate but discplined. he is decisive and always right but he is not perfect. he is above reproach and better then all of us combined. he can call the winds because he knows why they blow. he can calm the waves because he knows what makes them restless. He brought light to the depths because he wanted the depths to know he cares. He spoke to the restless souls and gave them rest. He is the one i wait for. he is coming and i can hear him calling.

The nemesis awaits....
there is a thing that lurks and I see his shadow from the corner of my eye. he is sitting in the corner with the horrors of this world waiting for the fight to begin. dont take notice even if you see them that only brings their attention upon your head. they wrek disaster and ill thoughts in those who listen. they cloud the ether with their stench and rob the innocent of their breath. they walk in the place between fear and insanity along the corridors between darkness and grey...they are those who cannot rest and those who will not die they are those who bring nightmares and frost...they are the ones who have always been here and long to be somewhere else as well...they will fight one day but they will not fight without reason...

its nice to sit between sanity and sleeplessness