Surrender to War .:P.O.E.M:.Clear skies and bright days
where children laugh and play
Birds sing and christian's pray
All is good, All is right
In this perfect world
Like a fire though the night
This world is real, this world is alive
But then why is it that all I can do is cry?
Please tell me this, that world is alive! That world is real!
Please tell me the lie that I want to hear,
I can't bare the sound of my own silent screams!
I can't bare this pain that tares this scene
Blood splatter and gore!
This world is dead! This world is fake!
It's all wrong, it needs to be replaced!
Stormy skies and dark nights
where bats fly and demons play
Crows scream and spiders stalk their pray
This world is right, this world is whole
It holds nothing back, because it has no shame in it's corruption
This is the real world, in it's black blood and glory!
This is the world where I live,
But I pretend to live fake,
Where children play and birds sing
Where the sun always shines and it never rains
A Short Story (01) I run my fingers along the strings of my only love, the only thing that could never let me down. I let her rhythm flow through me, expressing herself with beautiful invigorating vibrations. She is my voice, my soul. She is my joy, my sadness. We are one.
The bow runs to and fro, to and fro. Allowing us to sing. Tonight we sing for an audience, we hush them, we amaze them, and they fall in love with her just the same, I see it in their eyes, in the way that they stare at us.
Our song comes to an end, and I relax my arms and my violin at my side. Taking a bow, I exit without waiting for applauds, for we know they are still too stunned, But they come as I descend the steps. Hands frantic and smiles wide, I smile back, I smile for her, the one who really deserves praise.
I walk down the aisle through the seated crowd, towards the back of the room, and I see them start to calm, the wave of excitement dulling to a fe
Chapter VI: The Goldshire's Pride
Previously...on The Chronicles of Azeroth
"I see those fools at the Abbey sent some fresh meat for us", Garrick said mockingly challenged and looking at them, "you success to overcome all my thieves... is the first time that adventurous as you manage to beat many of us".
"I don't know whether to take it as a compliment", Nailock said trying to deduce, "or nonsense".
"Nailock", Davis said reluctantly.
"Returns the vineyard of the town, Garrick!", Gabriel demanded by threatening with his hammer.
"You are finish!, you don't have more forces", Davis said as he and Karjub prepare their spells.
"Not if i'm still alive!", Garrick scream willingness to fight
"Don't think Cough you won", Garrick said about to pass out, "...the others....will... avenge!".
"Behold, the heroes of Northshire!", Mcbride proclaim with loud applause being accompanied by all the crowd.
"Garrick Padfoot", Willem formality yells the sentence, "by numerous robberies, murders, looting and be a member of defias...the people
Chapter V: Garrick Padfoot
Previously...in the Chronicles of Azeroth
"Mrs. Milly!", The peasant screamed, "Mrs. Milly!".
"What happened?, Milly asked with frightened face,"...Who did this?".
"The border...the soldiers", The peasant cried without control,"...they...murdered them!".
"Huh?!, Who?", Milly asked.
"The Defias!", a peasant yelled.
"The woman is still alive!", the bandit yelled.
"Doesn't matter", the leader said, "we've what we need", pointing his finger toward the cart, "extract all the grapes of the sector and call in the rest for the invasion on this town, hahaha".
"Well", Willem said after a sigh, "I hope you strapped your belt on tight lads, because there is work to do here in Northshire".
"Recently, a new group of thieves has been hanging around Northshire", McBride said, "They call themselves the Defias Brotherhood", points a finger at the map of the entire Northshire indicating places, "and have been seen across the river to the east," slide his finger to the Northshire vineyard also known Oswor
Chapter IV: The Power of the Void
25 years after the First War (year 617 by King calendar)
After that so memorable morning, dressed in peasant clothes with a purple t-shirt and black short hair, Milly Osworth, is working on Osworth vineyard, located on the east side of Northshire to provide their famous wine from her family to the village. Raisins, grapes and wines, many peasants collects it, irrigates, gathers the grapes in carts and move them to the town...now in the lunch break, Milly dried perspiration from his forehead by the hard morning's work.
"Well guys...ugh", Milly said while dry his forehead with his cloth, "let get some rest!".
"Yes ma'am!" The peasants responded once finished moving a cart with grapes near to the river.
All set off to the Osword farm located in the east hills, once Milly opened the door, all drawled strangeness faces. The entire cabin is dark, from the deep, a peasant is tied and blindfolded only illuminated by a candle. All came to help him, b
Chapter III: The Graduation
4 years later...
25 years after the First War (year 617 by King calendar)
Four years have passed in the blink of an eye...the world ended to rebuild and heal the wounds of the third war, for the moment peace has been maintained, the King of Stormwind Varian Wyrnn shuttle diplomacy voyages across the west of the continent, Kalimdor, land of the Orcs, Tauren, Trolls and Kaldorei (Night elf). Since then, the steward's group The House of Nobles, ruled Stormwind in his absence, it was supposed Varian had arrived in the small kingdom of Theramore, to discuss the current relationship between the alliance and horde with the mage leader of Theramore, Jaina Proudmoore as a neutral arbitrator and the Warchief Thrall. But according to the reports, a group of bandits called "the Defias Brotherhood", kidnapped the king during the diplomatic path in the high seas informed by a spy from Stormwind and his trail lost around the Alcaz island, confirming the rumour of his c