LADY KNIGHT CRANE-1 THE GIRL WHO WANTED TO BE A KNIGHTA frail infant girl lay crying among the ruins of the once-proud kingdom of Dahl, which had been destroyed by the army of the Orwellian king Ivan-Alric Desanti the day before. Wrapped in a small white blanket with burnt edges, the child coughed weakly as the minutes passed, with her body losing out to the harsh winds of the coming winter.Then by Heaven's grace came Sir William DiMather on his white horse, who was one of King Ivan's noble knights. Sent to Dahl to scout for any war survivors to take prisoner, Sir William heard the infant's cries and found her just in time - right before Death could p
UNTITLED AFFECTIONSI.She brings mirrors, I bring booksI have brains, she has her looksShe wears lip gloss, I wear glassesWhen she's with him, I steal glances*I fell in love the day I saw his sad eyesThey made me think of falling stars and goodbyesThough I may never see them staring back at me,I don't care, I don't mind 'cause I can seeCHORUS 1:I'm not pretty but I'm not plain,I am special but I'm not vainShe's everything I'm notAnd he likes her a lotAnd that's the reason why I'm not for himIIShe looks up, I look downShe's a rose, I'm a clownI shut up, she talks moreI sit back, she's near the door**She and him-
MIRAGEBeautiful illusion, you caught my eye,passed me by and made me sigh;O wondrous vision, you made me blindTook me by surprise before twisting my mindEyes of sadness, cloaked in mysteryVoice so faint, filled with miseryImpossible as it seemed, I tried to reach for your hand like searching for a pearl in a vast sea of sandBut now I've changed,Beautiful illusion whom I have known so well,I have already overcome your spellbut I thank you anywayfor somehow making my day
LADY KNIGHT CRANE ITHE GIRL WHO WANTED TO BE A KNIGHTA frail infant girl lay crying among the ruins of the once-proud kingdom of Dahl, which had been destroyed by the army of the Orwellian king Ivan-Alric Desanti the day before. Wrapped in a small white blanket with burnt edges, the child coughed weakly as the minutes passed, with her body losing out to the harsh winds of the coming winter.Then by Heaven's grace came Sir William DiMather on his white horse, who was one of King Ivan's noble knights. Sent to Dahl to scout for any war survivors to take prisoner, Sir William heard the infant's cries and found her just in time - right before Death could put out
MAN ON THE ROADToday on the road I saw a man,lying bleeding near his fallen bikeThere I passed with a hesitant hand,a contradiction dressed in whiteFor all I know...he could've been my father,he could've been my brother,he could've been my loverA year passed and I came by that road againThe stains were gone but still I wonderedif the man I saw knew what would happenWhat crossed his mind as his body crumbled?For all we know,he could've been someone's friend,could've been someone's God-sendOh why did he meet that end?How I wish I could go back to that timeI saw that man dying on the roadI would help him up without a whine
Glass Girl and the Stone ManThe glass girl met the stone man,she said "hello", he said "hi",they soon fell in love, the world seemed suddenly alright.The stone man's big hard heart,swelled with joy and pride,as he saw his pretty little glass girl,twirl and glitter in the summer sunlight.They frolicked and danced,till it was time to go back;the stone man missed his strange people,and the glass girl didn't understand.The stone man couldn't explain why,he couldn't take her back to the stone city;he knew the glass girl was not like him,or the people he knew since he could barely stand.He delayed the moment of return,although it hurt them bo
LADY KNIGHT CRANE-2A WOUND DISAPPEARS!Three years after her declaration of entering into knighthood, Louisa was now a young lady of 12. She dressed in boy's clothes with her long hair was cut short since, according to her,having long hair made her neck itch and as a soon-to-be- knight, she couldn't afford to scratch her neck every now and then especially during 'duels of honor'. And that was what she liked best in the whole knight business.Aside from that, Louisa no longer wanted to be called by her birth name so she also decided to have a boy's name as well, and for that matter, she chose the name Crane -with the approval of Sir DiMather of cour
LADY KNIGHT CRANE-4EYES TO THE FUTURE"Oy, young page!", came Sir Remmington when Crane met him in one of the castle's hallways."Why are you so sweaty in the early morning?""I just finished some jogging rounds Sir", Crane lied, standing at attention."Do you have any errands you'd want me to do for you?""Not exactly an errand but something really important", Sir Remmington answered."I want you cleaned up and dressed right for a big occasion today. Fifteen minutes max!"Crane obeyed, wanting to make a good start with her new caretaker.She went straight to her room, took a quick bath and got herself dried and dressed with a formal blue longshirt and bl
I LIKE YOUI.Whenever you pass me by,seems like I don't careBut you don't hear me sigh,everytime I see her thereBeside you, holding your hand,in your world nothing seems wrongAnd here's something I can't stand-it's a feeling that grows so strongCause I Like you, I like you, I like youII.Whenever I see you smile,I force myself to look awayI'm afraid to show what I feel for you inside'Cause I know she's here to stayBeside you holding your gaze,I close my eyes and turn my headBut when I see her touch your face,I imagine I'm her insteadCause I like you, I like you, I like youBridge:Did you know?You're in every wor
Midnight's StrokeI hate rosesAnd fake promises.Gold that replacesThe blood of hearts.I hate guys thatHave money toMask awayTheir faults.To be kindTo be firmTo be humbleThose guys are hard to find.But a kingMust be such.As queen I must haveSuch a partner.I am the princessThe one above all.The crown on my headBestows me the throne.The throne I canRule alone without men.But the kingdomCannot do without a suitable king.The music ringsThe food is sweet.The champagne richAnd the dancers alive.They are beautifulAll gracefulHandsomeAnd royal.It makes me sickTo look at them.Their hungry eyesBurning
MY SKY, YOUR SKYA thousand smiles for a thousand tears,I just look at the stars and then I forget my fearsfor I know somewhere, somehowyou're looking up at them tooJust the thought of you waiting for mealways stops me from feeling blueI listen to the wind, I find my inner peaceLooking at the stars above puts me at easebut I choose not to wish on them, it just seems wrongYou'll find your way to me when you hear my songI've told myself, "To destiny I won't commit"For when I make my choices, I promise not to regretYou may be on the other side of the world or just on mineStill I believe, praying won't be a waste of timeAll by myself u
LIFE AS A RIVERI believe human lives are so much like rivers for in the midst of storms and showers, we still manage to move on, fearless and driven ever changing with strength unhiddenWe start at diff'rent points, some later than the restbut we all aim to be at our bestTo reach the Sea of Paradise is our one goalto be united with that Great SoulAs for me, my current is neither quick nor slowI am almost there, so forward I must goDay and night I carry on, not knowing the endA song of my travels, I'll sing for a friendOn my waters I've reflected the sun and starsI have seen places of peace and of wars All of these reflections are
TO A DAUGHTER'S BOYFRIENDYou may find this surprising to get this from someone like me. I'd like to think that not all fathers would have the nerve or the time to write letters to young cheeky men such as yourself in love with their daughters but because I love my girl so much, I'd want to make things clear to you on how much she really means to me, for you to be extra careful around her and of course, around ME.So here we go...You may have first noticed my girl by the way she looks. To me she is and will always be the most beautiful princess in the world. I saw how her lovely brown eyes sparkled the first time I saw her in her mother's arms the day she was born
SORRY YOU LEFT ME1.I'm not the kind of girlwho'd make you buy too muchI'm not the type who'd screamwhen things go out of rhyme2.I won't make your ears hurtcause I know when to hushI'll support your dreamI'll keep your head in lineBut what's this I hear-Still not happy, dear?***I've loved you without expectationsDon't even want your attentionJust a bit of your affection,unforced and unconditionalCHORUS:Cause I'm not like other girls (you said it yourself)Not classless, heartless, senselessYou've got no right to call me needyI'll break it up on my ownAnd after we've just said goodbye,You'll be so sorry you left me
OF EYES AND HANDSThere was once a young couple who lived in a small town. Though they weren't able to have children together, they were still able to have joy from their work. Both were artists by trade -the husband was a well known potter; the wife, a children's book illlustrator. The husband also worked in the the local church as a Sunday school teacher and every afternoon, his young students would come visit his workshed to watch him make his beautiful pots. The presence of the children in their home also made his wife very happy and she would gladly make paintings for them and their parents for free.One day however, on their way to the publis
Also: Crane is a boy right? It's a little hard to tell, just looking at him, but when he's juxtaposed to Louisa like that, it's more clear.