She is not there.
By: Ethan Miller



She be not far
she be not near
the one that I love dear
As I lay awaiting the land of dreams
I think of her I love so dear
and wish that she were with me

As I close my eyes and darkness takes me
my last thought is how I love her faithfully

Now I see the face of one so fair I must avert my gaze
Yet before I can I realize my heart was set ablaze

Harken thine eyes are locked on two hazel pool’s of bliss
as thine body be cast into a place where there exist
No pain nor worry or fear

Bathed in a radiant light I stand
with the one that I love dear.

Straight up I sit in the darkness surrounding my bed
with the memory of that sweet dream still fresh in my head

As I look to the right I lay back down
with a smile upon my face

And yet she is not there.
Unknown - 16 years, 8 months, 26 days ago

My love for her love.
By: Ethan Miller

I would love with a love that none shal know.
But the one that I love and yet she don't know.
That my love for her love is unconditional to me.
I love her so dear with the love that you hear of thee,
more sweater than the song of the birds in the tree.
And this love, I love her be she far be she near.
But will she embrace my love I wonder to hear?
From the beautiful lips, of the one I love dear!
Unknown - 16 years, 8 months, 26 days ago

LORD OF THE RINGS: The Fellowship Of The Ring
Bilbo's traveling Song

The road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began
Now far ahead the road has gone
And I must follow if I can
Pursuing it with eager feer
Untill it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.
Unknown - 16 years, 8 months, 26 days ago

the following is an ancient song witch when uttered daily along with the songs of the 18 armanen magick ruins will help enliten ones sprit and brign knowledge of the powers of creation!
THE SONG OF ODIN

I know myself hanging on the wind cold tree for nine icy nights
wounded by the spear, consecrated to Wodan.
I consecrated to myself.
I was hanging on the mighty tree
witch conseals man, where man grew our of its roots.

They offerd me nither bread nor wine,
so I bent down in search.
I recognized the Runes, wailingly I grasped them
Untill I sank down from the tree.

Now I began to increas, to be wise
to grow and to feel wel.
From the word, word grew after word,
and deed shaped to deeds, with deeds

Now I nkow the songs like no wise on knows,
and none of the children of men.
And should these songs O human child be unlearnables
to you for shear endless time.
Grasp them, as u get hold of the
Use them, as you hear of them.

Hail you if you retain them!



Unknown - 16 years, 8 months, 26 days ago