Sword And Shield

Tomorrow we go to battle on the fields,
Listen up men - sharpen your swords, prepare your shields,
The enemy is coming, bringing along its dark deeds,
Killing the innocent, taking the young on their steeds,
Answer your kings call,
Or we all shall fall!

Hearing the message a soldier stands,
Watching the battle scars left on his hands,
His toughened gaze then looks high up the sky,
"I bet tomorrow will be a great day to die!"
With his shield he has guarded these lands,
Thanks to it - the soldier is not laying in these wretched sands,
It has guarded him from many deadly blows,
Only with time the shields true loyalty shows,

His sword tainted in blood that it shed,
How many men from it have bled,
Even more from the sword have fled,
With the soldiers strong will - many souls to it have been fed,
It is a pity that the sword is unable to speak,
the legends it could shout and whisper, would be a challenge to determine or seek,
Soon the day draws complete,
And the soldier lies down, and waits for sleep,

The battle day came, men went to battle,
Marching in force - from mile you could hear their armor rattle,
And then in a blink of an eye the battle started,
Men ran and fell, like butcher shop cattle,
Swinging sparking swords and battering shields,
Blood and lost souls soon littered the fields,
For hours they slay, wound and kill,
Until the moon rolls over the hills...

It ended ever so suddenly,
The cowards ran, the brave died stubbornly,
Our friend - the soldier now lies on the ground,
Wounded badly and bleeding fast, he lies with no sound,
Loosing grasp on his life, he hears the death prowling around,
His final thoughts start to shake,
The sword fought bravely - killed many men in it's wake,
But the shield betrayed him for heavens sake,
And our hero dies, he ends his story,
His tormented soul now enter the halls - of eternal glory!

Arnold "Wanderer" Grava
Irīna "Valante" Subotjalo
Tomass "Thomsons" Millers

"Second Wind"

The Forgotten Book, Chapter VI

Upward and onward.

I Want to trust in love once again,
So I believe that it brings less pain,
Try It again, this time not in vain,
Give me your heart, If my trust you would gain,
Feeling so hollow, like crushed by a train,
Moving on and on, it's getting mad,
Well I'm still walking, still breathing - I feel so bad,
Same fated people make me even more sad,
Gone is the sun that gave me It's rays,
For us it was better if we went separate ways,
The moon comes and goes, but the night stays,
Wandering in darkness, the sadness it came,
Had a hard time, thought nothing would be the same,
But now I'm returning here to remain,
As closer I come the light shines so bright,
Raising my head, It's time to set things right,
Now I feel like a bird achieving flight,
Feel happy, I'm smiling my skies seem so clear,
Waiting for you, in my life to appear,
Your heart I promise to hold close to me, dear,
I'll stand next to you in times of cheer or the deepest fear...

"Second Wind"

The Forgotten Book, Chapter VI

Sandy's goodbye...

I could whisper, I could scream and yell
But I had no courage to tell
Questioning the stars didn't help

Maybe the time had come
To break free for a new start
But it meant we have to tear apart

I couldn't have thought
That we will meet and get separated
My delinquency wasn't deliberated

Have no hunch what will happen now
Was the choice right or wrong
Hope the journey won't endure too long

I have pierced one of the kindest hearts
My hands are soaking in Your blood
I have wounded my own guard

But don't be too mournful and sad
Remedy can be found, there is a cure
Please believe it and You can find even more...

Sandija Vēze

A Simple Obsession.

Loneliness crawls slowly in,
The feeling of pain, bursts in flames within,
Eleven months of being in love,
And now these feelings are starting to decay,
Deeper and viler they now display,

Were are the arms that hugged,
Were are the eyes that loved,
Were are the lips I kissed and they smiled,
They are all gone I feel denied,

Spent few days drinking whiskey and wine,
More of them I spent thinking that you would be mine,
The more I thought, the more it hurt,
The stronger I smashed myself in the dirt,

The next gray, lonely day started,
Sweet memories of you haunted,
I try not to think, I try to escape, find a brand new way,
But from my deepest dream I will never get away,
Why did you break It, Destroyed it in one day,
For me It was love, for you a simple obsession,
And now I curse you to suffer your decision!

Your hair I loved to touch so much,
Your body that I adored so much,
A female being so beautiful and pure,
I vowed to love you until I would be no more...
I was too careless, too foolish and dumb,
And that is why now I feel so cold, so numb,
Think by yourself do you love me in chatters,
You made the mistake, you closed the chapters!

I bid you farewell, you have so much to learn,
And I hope that one day you will return,
But take good care of your freedom, love and life is a painful heartburn...

"Love : Courage to Question"

Arnold "Wanderer" Grava

The Forgotten book, Chapter - V

The Red rose.

How can the flower of love be with horns,
The Rose guarded by a million thorns,
Is the key to it's beauty to rip them out?
Or let them pierce your fingers and suffer doubt,
It is just like love when you feel in your fingers,
As the rose kisses you with it's stingers,
You can turn it up or down, right or left, wide or thin,
But it still finds a way to kiss your sweet skin,
One time for two,
The second for you,
And the third for you to see,
What you mean to me!
I swear I would grab the rose as hard as I could,
Even if it hurt and bled, I would!
I just do not want to ever let you go,
Because the feeling I get when I am with you,
Surpasses the rose in any way known,
And I can't wait no longer,
Every second my longing grows stronger,
I want to feel your warm lips,
I want to feel my hands on your hips,
Touching your hair with my fingertips...

Arnold "Svensgaard" Grava

"Love : Courage to Question"

Whispers.

He talks to the stars,
About his wants, his deepest scars,
He talks to the rivers,
About his thrilling shivers,
And they appear to listen...

He takes a moment to quiet his voice,

"I love you!" he whispers and the rivers run forever,
Remembers all tho times spent together,
He is in one of his deepest dreams,
Nothing can't wake him up it seems,
A king, a prince, a peasant or a fool,
He is proud that he is no longer a dull tool,
All the wonders of the world he has not yet seen,
He has one... his queen.

"I miss you!" he whispers to the trees,
And they gently wave dodging the winds playful breeze,
Why tomorrow is always so far away?
When I need you here with me to betray,
This given life to us, to work and slave, and in the end die,
How I wish and whisper to the stars, to give us wings so we can fly,
Together in the moonlit night sky...

Just you and me, no one else...

Arnold Svensgaard Grava

"Love:Courage to Question."