Personal Blog of Zzhyr

Anonimity of the antiquities of the archaic past, Tearing of the night as I awoken with a fright, Ornamental designs as it chimes to Eurus' air, Postpone any product of the British Isles. Adorn of any metallic wears in the combination, Steering in the midst of the storm as I await, Incoherent noises in the background...tinnitus, Ne'er shall a soul be enveloped to such vanity. Cold tundras present in the tropical desert sand, Limping through the treacherous terrains here, Impatient Beings are suddenly impacted easily, Meaningful Counter to describe distinct disdain. Bountiful entities to destroy and desolate lands, Introductory phrases of the authorities names, Nullification of neurons as one deprivates, Gathering pilgrims of the past are calling now. Sorrowful music is about to be abound, Now...let the past and present be as one time, Offered to be diminished into the time foresight, Wandering soul is as immortal as its clock.

As I perceive that my doom is in sight, All I could do now is to sigh at night, Scorched in the desert...I am but a knight, Deserted by my comrades, I will fight. A week has passed...I saw some shining light, My failing has come to this; for a parched might, Every passing days; I counted some wight, Every notion that my sane self is right. Yearn for the people...Myself stranded tight, Should I give in to death...to pledge; a plight, No! As I came down from this mind; alight, I look down from an abyss to a height. As different names calls to mine; some hight, The chances to survive this sod is slight, Severed arms and legs with an even blight, The midday closes in, for me to flight. This clothing I have is in shred; a dight, A mirage of an oasis; some fright! As I could see it is real...a bight? As I rest, I wonder if I'm alright.