Have you ever heard, my lad,
about a land without a land –
a fortress of clouds with spirit crowds,
unknown to rock, soil and sand.
Shadow. The dark reflection of a body, object, seen only in the presence of light. Not many think deeply about this word either because it may seem boring or there’s not much of a meaning behind it. In both cases – I don’t think so. (more…)
before I meet the grip of death –
a fortune soldier’s wicked story
of no regret and honored glory.