Rain.

Rain.
Rain.

It beats upon my window sill.

Pounding.
Pounding.

Like the beating of a drill.
Like the beating of drums.

Drumming.
Drumming.

Like the beating of war drums.

Falling, falling.
Dancing, dancing.

They drop and fall and shatter.

Shatter.
Shatter.

Break on the ground,
And make the earth so better.

-Hero

Mjolnir...I have no clue what that means

Thunder from the heavens,
Drums that beat and rumble,
He striketh down the mighty,
Leaving safe the humble.

He swings his hammer mjolnir,
He makes the earth to rumble.

He forges, on he forges,
Lightning’s for the sky,
Mjolnir pounds and strikes,
For his master up on high.

He grinds, he beats, he releases,
His deluge from the sky.

Fire, ice, and power,
Strike the earth below,
Rivers of light descending,
They scream and screech and bellow.

Thundering to the ground,
With their heated raging glow.

Forging always forging,
In heavens glorious forge,
Mjolnir clanging, always clanging,
With an undying courage.

With lightening and thunder strong,
Until the final age.

-Hero

By Elena Vitali

I wish i knew how to say this to you,
i wish i had the time.

I wish i could think about anything else.
I wish this would all be fine.

But i know theres not much that a girl like me can do that would help this out.

You have to understand hat theres so much more to life than just you and yourself,
see there some body else, If you'll just take the time.


I know that nobodies perfect but it never hurts to try start,
take a a stand take, somebodies hand don't let a chance pass you by.

Thoughts

Words.
that should not have been said.

Notes.
that should not have been read.

things that should not have been seen.
by the eyes of me.

Tears.
that in silence were shed.

Wounds.
the heart can not mend.

Trust given
to be thrown to dust.

A hand lent
to build another's lust.

It's time to role the dice
and let fate decide.

Who are you going to believe?

your own eye's?
or me?

shadow wolf

Shadow in the night
Hunter for what is right

Seeking the one who’s name
Make cold the blood of men’s veins

Lips peeled back
Teeth ready to attack

To sink through flesh and bone
And give justice to where none has been shown

Cold are the days
Warm are the nights

No rest for the wicked
everyone must die

cry to the moon
earth, fire, air all in the same tune.

Mourning for that which is lost
Pushing forward at all costs

The lust for revenge urging him so
It beats within it’s heart and soul

Morning Reflections

It is winter now, and all is cold,
The dawn has broken through,
A chill, a deathly silence, holds fast and still,
In dimming shades and hues.

It is a peaceful day, a mournful day,
A day of meditations.
A day of thought, and quiet musings,
And voiceless celebrations.

Our relatives and friends abroad
Have all come for this day.
They stand before our quaint abode,
And not a word they say.

All are dressed in flamboyant attire,
And every soul caries its tone.
They shift; they stride, and wait a while,
And all keep to their own.

A wind it blows, a fearsome noise,
Like the mourning of a beast.
And the snowfall sings a merry tune,
In the midst of our great feast.

The man in black, the father, the son,
Exit, with lowered heads.
And behind these men, they carry the coffin.

The mother is, at last, dead.

Hero

I want you....FOR ELENA

I want you
you and only you

I want the touch of your hand
and the softness of your lips

I want to hold you and only you
when weir lost in this abyss

Come to me
let me be you pleasure toy

Do what you want
as long as I can fill you with joy

Take my hand
let me take you away

To the garden were we lay
and make love all day

Let me whisper in your ear
and tell you how I love you.

YOU AND ONLY YOU.