Black haired
Woman walks down
to the docks.
Her ravens land in their cage.
A ghostly ship
With a skeleton crew
Takes her aboard.
They wash away
to the forgotten land.

When the next day comes
The day starts will the songs of doves.
If your hear stuck with an arrow
Rip it out and enjoy,
Enjoy the outcomes

Alone in a fallen kingdom.
The broken hearts never tapping.
Word for the fearsome,
our heart is cracking,
freezing,
dreading,
dying.

All my soul within me snapping.
The past love
she brought joy
but left sorrow.

You always are complaining
about how you don’t have enough of me.
When you have extra of me you waste me.

I’m not a physical thing
but an idea.

I’m always off by a little,
no matter where you look

I tell you when to do something.
If your early or late.

I’m a grandfather but I don’t have kids.
My pendulum is what digs your grave.

I am fathertime.

Friendship,
Sounds like a nice word.
It’s really nice when it works.
wish this was easy, but
everything is better on paper.
I try to let friendships sail,
something happeneds and my cannons shoot.
The other ship shoots back.
We try to patch up the wolves, but we keep firing
And
The water keeps rising.
We sink.
I swim to shore, get a new ship,
And it happens again.
I find one.
We don’t fire.
We drop anchor and in the middle of the dark night,
we drift apart.
The ropes snapped.
I find a Iron ship.
I fire.
Nothing happened.
I fire again, and again.
After enough the ship slowly starts to sink.
It fries back for the first time.
It hits, I start sinking.
My ship still floats but lower.
During this I find a Gold ship.
It’s pretty we stick together.
It fires, and fires a again.
Now I fire, I sink.
I start to swim, the water keeps me afloat.
She pulls me onto the gold ship.
She pushes me off,
the water keeps me afloat.
He pulls me onto the iron ship.
He pushes me off,
the water keeps me afloat.
It’s a circle.
And everytime, I try to swim back I get pulled aboard.
Through it all,
the water keeps me afloat.

The darker armor
sits
still
on the stand.
sharp
blood dripping
sword
clenched in it’s fist.

Walking in the woods is a nice way to spend time.
Looking down the path.
Looking back.

Past, the places you have been.
Present, the place you are now.
Future, what’s ahead of you.

You can see a fallen tree.
You can see over it, but barley.
You see another fallen tree.
You don’t see anything,
you can only guess on what’s coming next.

Later you will find That you are at the end of your walk.
You look back on all the creatures you have met.
The good and bad.
Your walk just ended,
Another has just begun.
You have no bath left,
They have the whole path a head of them.

Sometimes peoples walks end early,
Sometimes they think the path ahead looks to hard to walk on.
But no part was easy for the ones that actually walked all of it.

Other paths will cross.
Paths will split off.

Your only goal is to make the walk last as long it can.
Always find the path’s true ending.
Don’t make your own.