NotSoMysterious

The stone heralds have blown their horns to awaken the world back to its former glory All over the world the sound of their trumpets can be heard vibrating through the air They all know the occasion as they rush back to the valley to leave their mark in the story Mythical creatures, mortals and celestial beings are all hurrying forth from their cozy lair Legend tells of the eighteenth reincarnation as one that marks both the beginning and end It is the official end of her childhood and beginning of life as a full fledged queen of birds Five hundred years ago, I thought the phoenix hated me; but now I think she is my friend The gifts fr

Feels like just yesterday that you were walking besides me but now you’re so far away It’s like our fairy tale finally came to a blank page and now we must write the rest Distance is quite devastating and I can’t help wonder if it’s something I said or didn’t say There is no script for us to follow after this point, what we think of now is our real test It started with a once upon a time but I don’t want it to just end at happily ever after If it ended right there then that’s it, we would never know what lies beyond those words There is still so much of the story left to be told, so much joy, happine

I already reincarnated out of here; but someone pulled me back to this side of the sea I didn’t know what they wanted, but I knew that until I find out what, I cannot be free I used to know my way around this land so well but now I am hopelessly lost like the rest I should have anticipated this; I had built this land to repel outsiders with trials and tests Although I created this land from scratch I never realized how expansive it had become Somewhere in this world is a new evil presence that is causing everything to be undone But it’s strange that none of the defenses were activated while I was gone, none at all It’s w

Are the skies finally clearing up? I seem to have stopped my rapid plunge into anarchy The inner voices have silenced briefly, my serenity is restored and so has the monarchy The descent into despair was something I did not foresee, even with all my clairvoyance This game is dangerous; I didn’t even notice my wings being put into a state of abeyance There is a fine line between bravery and stupidity; one slip can mean the absolute end My ignorance told me that this game was easy to play and it turned out to be my rend It’s like a gamble when you flirt with the innermost beasts, there can only be one victor Even my poet’

There is a time when even the sheath of a smile cannot conceal the blade of discontent The blade has become sharper than ever and even the adamant sheathe is becoming bent If I unsheathed the blade all at once, everything near me would be reduced to little shreds Therefore I must be release it slowly and I shall do just that as these words are being said It is time for yet another story to be told and this is only the beginning of the lost chapters Each one of these chapters is a curse that I locked away with the sound of false laughter If I keep all these thoughts inside any longer, my sheathe will crack and I can never smile The lo

There exist a legend about a mirror on the edge of an abyss leading to uncharted places It is thought to have the magical ability to show the viewers their many concealed faces They often say that the mirror can reveal and reflect every single thing hidden in the past But can it reveal a past that is not there, a past that even I would not acknowledge I had? The cliff on which this mirror stands is reachable only by a wind swept narrow staircase The granite steps are worn and gray from the ages, to reach the top one must make haste The summit of the cliff is obscured by thick dreary clouds that block out the beaming sun A wanderer to t

On an island isolated, not so far away from mainland, in an eerie lonely town A forlorn mayor runs the forgotten barren place, but never uttering a sound He grits his teeth on his island, trapped in a silent land with a story to convey He has sent many messages to them, but none are ever successfully relayed The sky over the island is cloudy and dark by day and even darker by night But they do not notice at all, they are totally oblivious to the mayor's blight The mainland is inhabited by two beings, although they might as well be one The land they live on is constantly basking in the radiance of the immortal sun A paradise with a dar

Listen close to the story about to be told The melodies of the past are about to unfold This valentine I shall finally be free and break off my accursed manacles Cupid pinned my heart with a cruel arrow, turning my life into shambles The arrow has been plucked from my heart, nevermore shall I be restrained The bottled up words flow from their prison, each with a soul contained The unwavering gate separating you and me shall be broken without damage Softly opened, not by a ram of steel but by a ram made of the finest language What the conscious tries to fiercely reject, the heart can in no way deny What normality adamantly embraces,

It's been a good long five hundred years since we last spoke Or has time never passed, and it only feels like that was the past? I fell asleep waiting for you, but at the sound of the horn I awoke How long has it been since I seen you by this silent river last? It feels like six thousand long months but it has only been but a year Now, I remember why I slumbered by the river that still flows today The serene landscape has not changed much since you last were here Broken mirror shards are still scattered around me in a dazzling array Last year, I fell asleep an amateur word mason that could barely craft This year, I woke up with visi

In the meadow hidden in weed, is a birdhouse with a gleaming lock An often-used sanctuary for all the birds that come here and flock The door is always open to shelter them from the rain, snow or hail There are always accommodations and warmth inside without fail Many birds fly in and out all day long, luckily none can contrive Many still don't understand that the lock is very much still alive Many pass through only once, as a stepping-stone to the sky The wingless and young birds come here often to learn how to fly However three pigeons constantly come back to occupy the home At least that's what used to happen; often flying never