The Lost Ones | Chapter XIV

I could hear you scared calling my name as soon as you heard the riot; I always knew where to find you, even when lately everything seems to be out of place; Don’t be afraid, I came back trough the hell just for you, but I can’t do anything for her anymore, She let them cross the gates while I was sleeping or maybe she always keep them hidden behind the portraits where my picture supposed to be

There´s no time to waste, the walls could fall and crush us anytime while we speak, and I got just the enough blood running through my veins to get us out of here in safe; We can’t go back this time, so grab anything you can carry in your little hands, but don’t forget your colors, because you'll be the one who paint the stars in our sky tomorrow

I have to get you out of here while I can, I got no choice and maybe one day you'll understand why I did it, this is probably the only way that the story could remain intact and survives to be told another day...in another life

Before we trace our own path together, you must to know the only truth that my tired arms can hold at this point; And the truth is that just for a moment, when were needed, We belong and were ourselves in that place, We dream and play every night and day, We were loved and cared, We speak on a language that only our kind can understand, and even when she doesn't wants to remember anymore, she used to wait for us every night to sleep and rest while the Moon take care of us; That was the part of the story that belong to us till this day

Do not feel defeated, we are not running away,
You did nothing wrong and I never desist and always stand up for what I believe, I tried with all my soul to save everything that I could, I fought with shadows and stumbled with unburied bones, It just came the time to find by ourselves some place that we can call it Home

Be proud of what we did, of what we feel, of what we are, of what we gain and lose, Be proud to be who you are and where you come from…You got your name after the chaos, but is not our time anymore, not in this place at this moment, another flag will have to rise above the fortress; She already knows everything that I could probably say, She knows that we will burn our wings if we fly too close to the sun..So far away from the moon; Maybe one day the life in self will let us write on the same page again

I am and always will be MasterWolf,
Doesn't matter how deep I´ll dig, How high I'll fly or How hard I'll fall...My true skin will not change of color by the ashes of dead fires, or by the one which might start

-Warriors and Demons...Can you hear me??!!
Come out wherever you are; Tonight Is our time to set the sky on fire,
Kamikaze Pilots will cross the midnight air as flaming arrows,
Walk proud on the front Frida...Pick up your Cookie and FIGHT!!

And as I told her long ago, I told you the same this night to not be afraid of anything that could come…

“Look back and you’ll find me, Look forward and I’ll be there”

MasterWolf

The Unwritten Covenant | Chapter XIII

-It doesn't matter how much I want to hold the air with my bare hands, it always finds the way to escape between the fingers

Where did the reckless hunter? The glare has been hiding shyly behind my eyes and keeps me away from what it used to be, of what I truly am; while my soul dried slowly like an old tree, and my cross shaped branches crashes against the dirt by the whispering breeze of the accrued silences and the solitude that feeds of my arms wide open

I’m still looking for her, every night I walk through his trace till the point where she let them the last time I saw her, she sometimes left behind some clues along the path of where she might be or where she could be the night after. Either way I often return with my hands empty and the mystery still unsolved

Last time, the loyalty sadly just could resisted the temptation just as a child when he has a few coins to expend on one place in a limited time; meanwhile this blackened sky gives me a bad feeling, something might be about to happen; I can't see my moon at a glance through heavy cloudy

...Sometimes a little wind could be enough to start some fleeting bonfires

Has been a long time since I can’t recognize her, It seems like she has been wearing his soul like it was a overcoat for being used only if the weather ask it for, while time to time I've found myself, asking her for shelter for my frozen bones between the comfortably warmness of his arms

Lately she has been showing me his worst face and I can’t talk to his eyes, her skin became as cold as his words; the only thing that I want is that she can remember himself, that she can remember how we used to talk in our language, how we used to take care of each other, how we used to defeat everyone who tried to tear us apart, I just want that she can remember us

It doesn't matter how much I'm there for her or how much stronger I think I am for her; it doesn´t matter at all if at the end I disappoint her when she most needs me

I think about it every passing day and I’m aware about the things that I do over more and the ones who I've never done before

I know that she still is waiting for me to be better and stronger of I am now, but never mind the efforts either way she has been losing the patience little by little every day since then so far

I want to keep believing in gods and deities rather to become in a selfish atheist who doesn’t have faith on a greatest purpose than itself

But something tells me that I should trust again blindly on my instinct to retain my spirit intact to does not mistake my kindness for weakness or naivity of any kind

Whichever comes first for better or worse, at the end of the day our souls or just one of the both, in peace will rest for having been fair in the game of clovers and swords

...So be it

Crimsom | Chapter XII

A time ago I don't see more lyrics carved on the flesh across my back, written with the ancient Ink of thousand days of waiting and estrangement

Where did all the lace, the leather, the black collar and the reckless and passionate lunacy when she wrote those letters

After all I always know who I am and to whom I belong; I just hope the Moon still knows how to respond the howling when I call her even if the sky is too clouded to do it...