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The stuff im submitting at the mo is old stuff I wrote a while ago....new stuff will come and I will be sure to let you know which is which.Newest
Black WolfOnce upon a time there lived a beautiful princess called Lucinda, her name meaning treasure. She was the daughter of the good king and queen who ruled there wide sunlight land by the sea. When she had been born all the noble men and captains of the army and all the royal princesses and princes turned out in full ceremonial dress and travelled to the palace to give gifts to the baby girl. The men lined up to kneel before the king and queen and to give there gifts to the baby girl. The princes all gave her gifts like, fine clothes that she would be able to wear when she was a young woman, all the princesses gave her beautiful jewellBlack Wolf
by ~Schaliach
The Lonely SentryA crisp morning A cold dawn The soldier waits Gazing out into the night Behind the sun rises But no warmth for the lonely warrior Out there in the night the enemy lurks He grips the gun with numb hands And huddles deeper in the pit The wind bitesThe Lonely Sentry
And sleep calls to him Pleasant dreams of love and warmth An angel waiting for his embrace But he shakes his head And she vanishes.
He is cold There is ice on his helmet He is tired He hasn’t slept in three days He is hungry He hasn’t eaten a decent meal in weeks &
by ~Schaliach
By Her Side EternalBy the fire side His love in his arms His heart beating in his breast He knows his place By her side eternalBy Her Side Eternal
In the burning desert His rifle in his hands His heart in his boots He knows his place By her side eternal
By the white graves His hands on his chest His heart is still and cold in his breast He knows his place By her side eternal
by ~Schaliach
PheonixShapes move in the flames Mighty men with burning blades Almighty kings and brutal soldiers Sons and fathers already fallen Rendered by artillery shells Cut to pieces by heavy machine guns Murdered by righteous menPheonix
Their torn bodies lying in pools of crimson blood The dusty streets their grave Wives cradled them Cried tears of regret over their corpses Screaming soul burning screams Mourning their brave dead
But they’re not dead Though their bodies are torn Their souls fled Through the smoke Through the battles fierce Their
by ~Schaliach
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- Current Residence: Auckland New Zealand
- Interests: You don't want to know........
- Favourite movie: Lord of the Rings, Black Hawk Down, We Were Soldiers, Saving Private Ryan, Full Metal Jacket
- Favourite band or musician: Schaliach,Lamb of God, The Agony Scene, Nightwish, Immortal Souls, Extol,Antestor,Motorhead.......
- Favourite genre of music: Metal
- Favourite artist: MaSucree ;-)
- Favourite poet or writer: J.R.R Tolkein
- Wallpaper of choice: My sexy girlfriend ;-)
- Favourite game: The Regiment, Halo(s), Gears of War, Full Spectrum Warrior, Call of Duty 2, F.E.A.R...blah blah blah
- Favourite gaming platform: XBOX 360
- Favourite cartoon character: Zim and Gir
- Personal Quote: You must have mistaken me for someone who gives a shit.
- Tools of the Trade: A G36, spare clips and a sack of frags
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- Email: sheep.repair@gmail.com
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