You can't beat water. Not with fire. Land will only adsorb it, only to make devastating landslides. Ice only will make water tougher. The Kingdoms try and move it with their tin cans, only making a problem somewhere else. This is why, when i was on the brink of death, i chose water to empower me. Now, loneliness scares me more than death. Without Water, i would be another farmer, soon to be engulfed in floods. The castle can't protect themselves from my immense power, and what many brave knights don't understand, is that, I am immortal. Arrows go strait through me. Sword are useless. Even if they attack me while sleeping in my coastal hut, they can not kill me.
They do not understand why I am ruthless, why I constantly drown out the kingdom. It is because the King betrayed me. I had done him a job, working in his castle, and he treated me like a slave. Denied me ever working for him. So now I must kill him. So no one ever gets shunned like that again.
But I do not only plan my vengeance, with my powers comes forever caring for sea life. I am constantly asked to get a crab out of a fisherman's net or escort baby turtles into the waters.
But one day, i hear a rustling in the trees and out appear 5 heavily armored knights. Each with vibrant flags and horses, they yell "We have come under decree of King Andrew the IV, and are here to kill you." As they approach, I lift my hand up, and with it comes the whole sea behind me. "You prepared to come here with armor, you thought it would protect you, but with one million pounds of water on you, it will only kill you quicker. Back off now, I do not want to kill you. It is the king that i would like to release every shark and lobster on." They looked at each other, and one dressed in royal blue said "We accept you terms." And they whipped their horses and trotted away. I put the body of water down, and sat down. This happens every week or so, and I have become a master in the art of intimidation.
I am also well acquaintance with the sky, and receive messages of the kingdoms doings every so often. On day a dove comes to me and says "The kingdom's army is on its way here with 3 catapults and about 100 soldiers, heavily armed!" I thank the bird, a lay down. About 30 minutes later, I here something of a stampede of animals and see a giant projectile on fire land about 60 yard from me. As i saunter closer into the woods, I see giant catapults firing towards me and 100 knights galloping towards me. I douse the ground with thousands of gallons of water so it is much like shallow quicksand. I fall back, and watch all the steeds get knee-deep in mud. The knight get off their horses, but are stuck too. Now for the catapults. Much of the forest around me is in flames, and more fire balls are coming. I quickly get about 100 square feet of water and throw it toward the catapults. The sheer force breaks them like saplings. The knight have taken off their armor now and are retreating. As for the horses, I will tend to them now. I put out the forrest fire, and take out all the water from the drenched ground. I set them free, and lay down on the beach once again. There is steam everywhere. Like I said, you can't beat water.
I take my rocket ship into the final frontier Now I'm a shepard, getting my sheep ready to shear I shave all the wool, and make a sheet In conscious my imagination flows on repeat
Now I'm the new sheriff in town I tip my oiled hat to a lady in a gown My opponent stands across from me in the forlorn land a tumbleweed scoots across the sand i squint across, eying that cowpoke I'm about to show him my accuracy is no joke In one fluid movement, i fire 1 slug he drops like a sack o stones, no grave needs to be dug The smell of gunpowder lingers in the air I'm the town hero, no need to care
I dive as the grenades detonate Never mind the enemy, I'm top-rate My covert operation is compromised But I'm taking a lot more fire than I realized Wilfire 2-1, expedite mission, how copy? I may be outnumbered, but their skills are sloppy These heartless commies got nothing on the USA It's the noble patriots that will have the day My gun is blazing into the night But I have one trump card that will win this fight I sprint towards the window Then I detonate my c4, punishing my foe I fly into the night, out of the glass I see the water below me, one dark mass I splash into the deep I see the inferno, but I don't hear a peep Another proud day for the country of liberty and grace But now I need to swim back to base
As the child's mind ebbs and flows with each dream, imagination grows The child begins to snore But I know what they are thinking is no bore
Whoah, that's very very good. It's just me or the figure at the top is a warrior with a bird head and a long bow walking towards me? ...it's probably just me. But again very beautiful. Gives space to a lot of interpretations, as you have seen :P
step outside your door Its a nice day for certain But today feels like something more As if nature has been reavealed behind a curtain
You dont have allergies, so you dont mind That the flowers are opening for the daily grind You squint into the radiating sun Your meandering pace breaks out into a run And as the warm air brightens the sunrise Hibernating beasts open thier eyes Eager to start the year anew, Mother nature sure created a motly crew
The stream flows on to the cool river The air is humid, but the water makes you shiver Minnows meander about Soon to be large trout You fold your arms and walk with the flow Making sure not to step on any flowers aspiring to grow
This kind of weather changes your demeanor You want to be succesfll when the grass is greener "maybe ill pickup that old telescope" Or go trekking with just food and a rope
Before you know it you dont reconize your surrounding That youve walked this far is astounding Oh well, its still bright out Giod thing it's a nice day No need to pout And you begin to walk the other way
every morning, before the sun appears a farmer's dreams of sheep and shears, is abruptly interrupted by a forced screech the regal rooster, making his morning speech the worn old farmer stretches his bones his bed is dusty and used, it creaks and groans he shuffles to his wardrobe, groggy as can be it's pitch black out, looking forward he can't quite see his children have left him, his wife in tomb his family never leaves him, they linger and loom he is a normal man, with normal attires to lead a normal life is all he aspires after a normal breakfast, he heads on out walking with a hobble, due to his gout but the animals are his priority, his well-being is second "without me, they would drop dead" he has often reckoned milking the cows with a calloused, yet tender hand he has been here decades, on this land his wisdom is extensive, on all facts and matters from pleasing a woman to fixing ladders he strides out of the milking barn, one objective checked off "now on to 'em chickens" he smiles with a cough his flock of chickens are next, patiently waiting he loves these birds, they get his top rating his pride and joy, they get a homemade treat kitchen scraps and love, nothing else can beat he admires his flock for a minute or two but he pushes off, there is much to do a passerby may brush him off as a simple, lonely being but there is a loving, devoted side that no one is seeing for he lives for his land and his creatures the setting sun outlines his chiseled features he ponders the day, and shambles up to his den he will get a sound night of sleep, so that the cycle will start again
A quite forest, serene and lush despite a bird call here and there, all is hush but distantly twigs can be heard snapping quick tiny footsteps tapping a rushing boy comes into sight a smile plastered on his face, he's pure delight he approaches a tree house, modest with wear but it is his sanctum, his den, his lair the boy scurries up the ladder and opens the door his nest is before him, he sits on the floor toys, crafts and pictures are scattered around he knows it so well, where things can be found he is ready to start his endeavor he tunes out the outside, his senses he must severe first he grabs a cowboy hat, and preps for battle he closes his eyes and finds himself on a saddle outfitted in spurs and plaid, desert sun on his face one hour he fights bandits, the next he's in space batting at Fenway, jousting for the round table he's in his own story, his own fable he can do whatever he wants his will is so strong his thoughts are endless, but the day grows long suddenly he opens his eyes it is dusk out, he must be on his way he gathers his things, he will be back the next day "see you soon!" his call reverberates against the brush and he hurries away in a rush all is silent again and the sun sets on his little den but the next day the child is nowhere in sight all day no sign of him, then it turns night was he home sick, or on vacation how could he go without his daily creation? but he's different now.... he's changed and the tiny hut has been exchanged in no time a month has passed the fort is faded now, but it was built to last many years later, in shambles and decay a teenager and his friend are walking on their way one of them glances at the decrepit shack he stares at it and tries to think back but the memory is shrouded and distant the boy shrugs it off, but the thought is persistent the two walk away never to come back that way months still, and the house lays forlorn it very essence tattered and torn until one sunny day, the calls of the forest are broken sounds can be heard, sounds being spoken a boy and his father come up from a mound the two are striding, looking for something to be found the shack comes into view, the boy becomes quite as a mouse "look son, haven't you always wanted a tree house?"
