Showing posts with label My Works. Show all posts
Showing posts with label My Works. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Kingdom Memories


Kingdom Memories - SoundTeMP
(Soundtrack from Ragnarok Online)


Listening to this song always makes me feel like I’ve been transported back into medieval times…...


***

A castle.

The first meeting. In the gardens.

The lady, admiring the roses. A gentleman, dressed in white. He, soft, golden brown hair, piercing green eyes. She, golden curls, bright blue eyes. He walks towards her. She looks up, wary. Introduces himself. He smiles, hands her a red rose. She takes it, gently. His hand brushes hers. She flushes. Courteously takes her gloved hand and plants a gentle kiss there.


Fast forward.
Night. Majestic hall, beautiful lights. Men, in their best coats. Ladies, in their dresses, jewelry on their ears, neck, glimmering. Food. Feasting. Light. Sounds. Music. Laughter. Dancing.

He walks up to her. Bows.

“May I have this dance, my lady?”

She smiles, takes his hand. They stride onto the dance floor. She curtsies, he bows. A hand on his shoulder. A hand on her waist. Moving fluidly across the floor. Steps. Rhythm. Her perfume. His warmth. In his arms. Protected. Staring into each other’s eyes.

In love.


Fast forward.
War. Chaos. Shouting. Screaming. Dying.

“Where is he?”
“Where is he!?”

Running, running, running.
Searching, looking.
Tears.
Grief.
Insanity.

A princess. Left alone in a city of ruin.
Running. Dark and deserted halls.
Weeping. In search of her lost love.


***

I really miss RO~

Thursday, March 22, 2007

Nightmare Eyes


Nightmare Eyes

Troubled nights come troubled thoughts
Sleep can never come easy

Fall into dark dreams I may
Into dark dreams where old memories lay

I wake not remembering any dreams
I live not knowing who I was
I live not knowing who I am

Day after day I see those eyes
Murky eyes like a fog
Murky eyes with no whites

Wanting to hurt me
Wanting to break me
He holds my body on his leash
He holds my soul in his hands

Holding patience as his arsenal
He awaits the time
The time that I would finally remember
The time that I would finally know

I dread the day I would remember
When those nightmare eyes
Oh those horrible nightmare eyes

Would finally destroy me

A tribute to one of my favourite fantasy authors, Terry Goodkind.
Cover art illustration by Keith Parkinson.
Written by Yong-sama with inspiration from Phantom, A Sword of Truth Book
 
Designed by Lena