Activity's still going to be a bit down till the summer holidays, so don't expect to hear or see too much from me.
Laters.


River Of LifeThrough the land there flows a river Coming down from mountains steep. Heading through the towns and hamlets Passing through the valleys deep.River Of Life
It sparkles, glittering with sunlight Glowing with reflected rays Drifting through its curves and spirals with its ever mystic ways.
Warm to touch, and flowing swiftly, Yet its waters echo calm. Passing through the quiet forests Healing all with soothing balm.
Rapidly it drifts and eddies Wening its way out to sea From its source until its ending The river brings life in great plenty.


The Sacred ValeAs I sit still atop this rise I do behold a wond'rous sight Laid out below - a sacred vale Slips slowly into depths of night.The Sacred Vale
Carpets of flora lie below The heathers pink, the grasses green Amongst are dotted rugged rocks All covered in a misty sheen.
Beneath the fields lies forest dark The trees covered in dark green leaves Within it lies a sacres grove Shrouded in its mysteries.
A river runs straight through the vale Its shadowed depths absorb the light Inspiring wonder, and great fear Creating awe and sense of might.


No Glory for MeFeet marching through the ankle deep mud Skin covered over in dry, crusted blood All dreading the next coming downpour and flood War holds no glory for me.No Glory for Me
Rifles in slings, slung across backs Our meagre rations, kept in our packs Bodies of the dead covered in sacks War holds no glory for me.
Disease abound, deep down in the trench Flesh swollen and rottine, with a foul stench Many of us queuing for the surgeon's bench War holds no glory for me
All live in fear of the next attack wave Mortars, shells, gas - some we cannot save We remember


DreamworldMy dreams of late have troubled me, Though in life I stray not from this cell. In sleep I see infinity, I see the thing I call my hell.Dreamworld
Reality has spent its joys, Sense has lost its strong-willed touch. Metal things and plastic toys, I long to feel but never much.
But in the twilight of the day, My earthly bonds are shed and so; Finding sleep I find my way, Down paths I walk but do not know.
And in my dreams I see a door, That glows with power and awesome might. And through it I can feel no more, Than synergy of love and light. &nbs


The FallenOnce when we were angels, When we lived in truth and love. Once when we were angels, When we lived in light above. Once when we were angels, We were blind to see. The wisdom of the Devil, And how he set us free.The Fallen
We fell from God and Heaven, We fell from light and love. To the pits of Armageddon, From the glory of above. We revelled in pain and darkness, We lived in hate and fear. And there the Devil trained us, For the Apocalypse grows near.
And God and all his might, Upon that day will fail. Long will be the fight,
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