2

Aug

by V

Sleep was the worst. Finding a safe sleeping place every night had proven difficult, and without, his powers seemed to deteriorate quickly. The Seriath placed great importance on sleep, and for a reason: It was the only thing that kept their mental abilities fresh and allowed them to use magic ...
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19

Jan

by V

07 Neue Zeit Er steht draußen vor dem Tor, der Wind verweht in seinem Haar. Der Morgentau erfror und er denkt an das was einmal war. Er geht die Straße entlang, ohne Ziel, ohne Plan, Hält die Augen offen weit. Und er sieht nicht zurück auf den Pfad ohne Glück, Sondern sucht nach der neuen Zeit. Und ...
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19

Jan

by V

07 New Horizon He stands outside the gate, a wind is rushing through his hair. The morning dew fades late and he smells a faint change in the air. And he walks down the street with the world at his feet While inside the tide is rising. And he doesn't look back on the downtrodden ...
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19

Jan

by V

Ich ertrinke in Nacht aus dem Schlaf aufgewacht Und ein Eisesmond schüttelt die Schatten Werden größer und länger und furchtbar verbogen, Werd‘ zum Walde hinübergezogen. Und ich nähere mich dem wirren Dickicht, Die Erinnerung fällt von mir ab. Und die Angst kommt geschlichen wie ein Bildnis verblichen, Daß der Weg führt in mein eig‘nes Grab. Der Wald, er ...
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19

Jan

by V

06 The Ravenstone Part I: The silver road I was drowning in night, nearly frozen from fright With an icy moon summoning shadows. Growing taller and taller and horribly twisted, Find myself being drawn to the meadows. I arrive at the scene, the surroundings are clear, My old world is slipping away. Right now there is only one ...
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19

Jan

by V

05 Midnight Bell Overhead, black clouds are racing against the moon, The sun is gone, it won't be here soon. A thick and gray fog rolled out of the seas, Covers the streets, the homes and the trees. The lights are all out, it's sleeping time And a lonely man's walking, he's far behind. Crossing the square, ...
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19

Jan

by V

04 39 It was around St. Petersburg in eighteen-ninetyfive When we spotted growing thunder in the night. And out of both the storm and rain came rolling fast a distant train Still moving at the edge of our sight. The people call it phantom weather and none would dare to rise a feather Yet outside down ...
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19

Jan

by V

03 Gatsby All night long the sax'phones wailed The Beale Street Blues' hopeless comment While the golden people sailed through park and house, from sea to sand. And Gatsby, yes, Gatsby the Great stood lonely at the shore to wait. I saw him stand with trembling hands like a king who has lost ...
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19

Jan

by V

02 The Harvest Once there was a field, as white as winter may provide When contracts have been sealed, heralding the fall of night. And then came the farmers / With guns and with spears As spring had arrived / And battle drew near To seed all the seedlings / For fame and for glory And ...
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19

Jan

by V

01 Das Meer Komm' herbei! Was kommt ist einerlei. Heute geht es dorten nur noch um uns zwei. Dort, die See, die ich bald wiederseh'. In der Tiefe zieh'n die Brüder still vorbei. Wir sind frei. Es dämmert als die Löwen kamen an das Ufer Afrikas. Ich wachte auf und ging hinaus, fror zitternd über Sand ...
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