| A night's storm, and a night's bounty, Of a man tall and grim. | |
| gives rise to his stature and keeps him strong and prim. | |
| When through ragged seas of despair he sails. | |
| The wind whispers in silent tongues; | |
| No creatures of the ocean can out-sail the likes of him. | |
| As his brow weeps from heat, | |
| he wonders of what is to come | |
| of this perilous night. | |
| The heat and rain stick to his cloths as he trudges along, | |
| as he walks down the avenue of grey rain, | |
| wondering what is to come of his fleeting life. | |
| Sweeping rage powers his might, | |
| he grips the trigger only to let go finding a weakness | |
| hidden deep withing himself, cannot be purged, cannot be forgotten. He sails on a sea of self doubt and deceit. | |
| to find a moment to search within, he had to know, he had to find, to propel him forward, in his struggle against the tide. Of that it was there, he most certainly knew, and was only known to a selected few. | |
| But those selected few are gone now in the deep ocean somewhere. A monstrous beast ate them in a whirlpool of water there. | |
| Finding hidden treasures upon the broad ocean Searching everso for more to unlock untold secrets | |
| On his compass north is marked "intuition" | |
| And by south he was coming | |
| Fear is not to bother His long desires Beast, or whatever demon He can't be stop The tides of fate Flowing gently south | |
| Out of his pocket, a cigarette. He stops, and looks to the heavens. A drag, and then another. The rain has eased none at all. | |
| but then nothing can ease lose not even the sea | |
| As Masterfold's told the day to calm the sky would not listen. So in deep haste of annoyance .. Lans tossed the cig away. | |
| "Atack me mighty wind, "I do thus dare you. "But by that might I swear to you, you shalt not take this hand that strikes you!" |
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Great Idea
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