The Battle of Hate and Love

Another in what is becoming an epic story of love and war.....


Fortress - Recycled
Articles of War - Ophelia
War Decree - Recycled
Heat of Battle - Ophelia
Loves Retreat - Ophelia
Love's Prusuit - Recycled



I listen to travlers talk,
of a kingdom far away,
were upon golden paths the king does walk,

Upon the walls white standards fly,
forever surrendering,
I start to cry,

My heartland,
under foriegn rule,
in my fortress another king doth stand,

I hope my fallen troops spirits haunt the inner keep,
the screams echo
disturbing his nightly sleep.

How pathetic it must be to sit and wait
I shall never return,
For I have a new world in which to create,

The if and onlys tossed away
you destroyed my dreams of life
now I will forever upon this mountain stay.

Never will you know my hand as lover or wife,
My heart has forever turned icy cold,
my only touch to you would be with a jewel encrusted knife,

I see you for what you are,
a conquerer and warrior nothing more,
just an evil wicked want a be czar,

I would never trust
a taker of honor,
or a man powered only by wealth and lust,

Can you feel my hate,
the way I wish you dead,
but I know each wrong only seals ones fate,

Why would I return,
you drove me away,
at the cost of many lives a lesson I did learn,

I wait for your convictions to wear away,
for the time when you will seek me out,
then at my hand your life I will slay.

I have no future other then watching you die,
for the pain you caused my people,
I wipe away my tears no longer for the past will I cry,

I shall ready my warriors and spys
keeping track of you,
and all your hateful lies.

I leave travelers now to there talk,
out into the garden I go,
where my spirit yearns for golden pathways on which to forever walk.