They are gone from the land,
we will see them no longer,
to a place where the fearless ones go.
In the valley of noonshades,
they will meet there to wander,
where the tranquil blue waters do flow.
Their brave memory will rest with us all,
through the flowers so dear,
through the winter's cold wind, after autumn leaves fall,
lives a home in our hearts for them here.
Their brave lives were lost in the service of others
they died so that we might live free.
O ye sad grieving friends, O ye fathers and mothers,
spare a tear as the sun meets the sea.
There are many places a spirit may rest
when life's long march has ended
every creature returns to it's home
exactly as nature intended.
The cowards and traitors, the liars and cheats
each in their turn is awarded,
some place they deserve to go
as their actions in life accorded.
Those who proved untrue to their friends
lie thick in the dust of the earth
trodden on forever by all
to show what treachery is worth.
In the mud or swamps in rotting weeds,
they are imprisoned by evil misdeeds.
But the warriors true, the brave of heart,
who valiently upheld the right,
they are raised up high, to the velvet sky,
bringing light to the
Flowers of the forest
are bright in the spring
wake with the dawn
hear a lone lark sing.
Brooks gaily babble
o'er hills so green.
Streams ripple secrets
of what they have seen.
Small birds give voice
mid the leaves of great trees
which rustle softly
in time with the breeze.
I'll add my music
for what it's worth
and sing just for you, love.
The song of the earth.
When the sun slips o'er the treetops,
then small birds fly off to nest.
Feel the peace live on the meadows
'tis a time I love best.
Slumber on little one,
I am ever near.
Drowsily, lean on me,
dream small dreams my dear.
All the jeweled stars a-twinkle,
watch the clouds drift through the night.
Sail upon thy boat of dreaming,
to the rays of dawning's light.
Slumber on, day is gone
by thy side I'll lay.
Fear no harm, rest in calm,
'till the gold of day.
Sometimes I sit here through the night,
dreaming of those far-flung days.
I'll gaze into the fire's warm light,
as if into some sunlit haze.
And here they come, those comrades mine,
Laughing, happy, brave to see,
untarnished by the dust of tme,
forever fresh in memory.
The way we marched, the feasts so grand,
I'll tell you of them all,
of high adventures each new dawn,
as side by side we stood in war.
This tale is told that you may learn,
just what true friends are for.
May fair winds attend you always,
may thy days be bright and long,
may good weapons ever serve thee
may thy limbs wax fleet and strong.
I will dream of thee by moonlight,
I will watch for thee by day,
until on thy returning
I will come to thee and say,
Drink ye the wine of victory,
now lay aside thy sword,
for home and hearth and friendship
are the warrior's reward!
Her eyes, beautiful and dark,
I take her hand, lead her through the park.
Along a path, through the trees,
I feel the cold, autumn breeze.
Everything slows down, as her other hand finds my cheek,
My eyes sparkle with love, my legs go weak.
Our lips press gently, the sun shines gold,
Drops of rain surround us, my heart is sold.
soldiers of the long patrol by Tetro-Tenten, literature
Literature
soldiers of the long patrol
Oh, it's hard and dry, when the sun is high
and dust is in your throat,
when the rain pours down, near fit to drown
and soaks right through your coat.
But the soldiers of the long patrol, my lads,
stouthearts they walk with me,
Over hill and plain, and back again,
by the shores of the wide blue sea.
Through mud and mire, to a warm campfire,
I'll treck with you, old friend,
o'er lea and dale, in roaring gale,
right to our journeys end.
Yes, the soldiers of the long patrol, my lads,
love friendship more than gold.
We'll share good days, and tread long ways,
good comrades brave and bold.
They are gone from the land,
we will see them no longer,
to a place where the fearless ones go.
In the valley of noonshades,
they will meet there to wander,
where the tranquil blue waters do flow.
Their brave memory will rest with us all,
through the flowers so dear,
through the winter's cold wind, after autumn leaves fall,
lives a home in our hearts for them here.
Their brave lives were lost in the service of others
they died so that we might live free.
O ye sad grieving friends, O ye fathers and mothers,
spare a tear as the sun meets the sea.
There are many places a spirit may rest
when life's long march has ended
every creature returns to it's home
exactly as nature intended.
The cowards and traitors, the liars and cheats
each in their turn is awarded,
some place they deserve to go
as their actions in life accorded.
Those who proved untrue to their friends
lie thick in the dust of the earth
trodden on forever by all
to show what treachery is worth.
In the mud or swamps in rotting weeds,
they are imprisoned by evil misdeeds.
But the warriors true, the brave of heart,
who valiently upheld the right,
they are raised up high, to the velvet sky,
bringing light to the
Flowers of the forest
are bright in the spring
wake with the dawn
hear a lone lark sing.
Brooks gaily babble
o'er hills so green.
Streams ripple secrets
of what they have seen.
Small birds give voice
mid the leaves of great trees
which rustle softly
in time with the breeze.
I'll add my music
for what it's worth
and sing just for you, love.
The song of the earth.
When the sun slips o'er the treetops,
then small birds fly off to nest.
Feel the peace live on the meadows
'tis a time I love best.
Slumber on little one,
I am ever near.
Drowsily, lean on me,
dream small dreams my dear.
All the jeweled stars a-twinkle,
watch the clouds drift through the night.
Sail upon thy boat of dreaming,
to the rays of dawning's light.
Slumber on, day is gone
by thy side I'll lay.
Fear no harm, rest in calm,
'till the gold of day.
Sometimes I sit here through the night,
dreaming of those far-flung days.
I'll gaze into the fire's warm light,
as if into some sunlit haze.
And here they come, those comrades mine,
Laughing, happy, brave to see,
untarnished by the dust of tme,
forever fresh in memory.
The way we marched, the feasts so grand,
I'll tell you of them all,
of high adventures each new dawn,
as side by side we stood in war.
This tale is told that you may learn,
just what true friends are for.
May fair winds attend you always,
may thy days be bright and long,
may good weapons ever serve thee
may thy limbs wax fleet and strong.
I will dream of thee by moonlight,
I will watch for thee by day,
until on thy returning
I will come to thee and say,
Drink ye the wine of victory,
now lay aside thy sword,
for home and hearth and friendship
are the warrior's reward!
Her eyes, beautiful and dark,
I take her hand, lead her through the park.
Along a path, through the trees,
I feel the cold, autumn breeze.
Everything slows down, as her other hand finds my cheek,
My eyes sparkle with love, my legs go weak.
Our lips press gently, the sun shines gold,
Drops of rain surround us, my heart is sold.
I paint my face or wear a mask
for I'll be anyone you ask
as I wander on my way.
A skillful tumbler bounding high,
a pitiful mope who'll make you cry
my actor's part I play.
And what care you if I am sad,
or if ill fortune I have had
'tis just a clown, you say.
Aye, just a droll who plays a part
who travels in a painted cart
from dawn to dusk each day.
An actor can be young or old
figure of fun or hero bold
from tears to laughter without pause
I strut the stage to your applause
then I look in my mirror and say,
"Hey, what fool shall I play today?"
Current Residence: My house Favourite genre of music: metal Favourite style of art: what ever style ShadowCatsKey uses Favourite cartoon character: Matoko Kusanagi Personal Quote: Your silence may be more deadly than your words
Favourite Visual Artist
ShadowCatsKey
Favourite Movies
Boondock Saints, V for Vendetta, REPO! the Genetic Opera
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
SOAD, disturbed, 5FDP
Favourite Books
Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, anything by Raymond E. Fiest or Frank Herbert
hey, if any one who actually reads these needs/wants a new job, you can hit me up with your number and I can set it up with my manager... if you want an interview anyway
some of you may have already seen this on my Facebook, but it is still bothering me.... I got a little feedback from there, I really need some advice..... whether you are going to tell me to not be such a whiner, to listen to my mom, etc... whatever.... just helps to know that people care......
I hate how my mom is about my choice of career..... I'm an acting major..... (to those at LU, yes I switched back to theatre....) she takes every opportunity to remind me and show me more evidence that says that my career choice/major in college is a useless major/job and that I'll most likely not be able to find work, and end up dirt poor........ an
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