Tears of Sorrow can be Tears of LifeNamid, a young woman of sixteen summers, danced beneath the swaying trees. Hair of pure silver that rolled down in lush waves whipped and snapped around her heart-shaped faced as she twisted round. Her golden bronze radiated warmth in the pulsing sun. Her crystal eyes twinkled with the stars of the night, and her smile could only be compared with the sun as it remained present on her lips since birth.“Namid!” her father the great Oota Dabun bellowed in his fearsome guttural voice. “Girl, do you know what you have do?!” he bellowed. Only then did Namid realize her grievous error. These swaying trees were those of the harsh and cruel Fochik. Namid stood quaking with terror.A great booming laughter resounded through the knoll, sending the few surrounding birds fluttering to the skies. Namid's shaking grew worse till her entire body shuddered and she staggered to her knees. “Oota Dabun! How I have zealously awaited this moment! Namid, daughter of Oota Dabun
The ForestOn the golden pathOf the forest sat the doveWith all reverency.The forest bright andShining light of earthen bloomKept evil at bay.Once darkness consumed,The ominous clouds showed allWho dare ventured in.The ghosts of past daysLurked beyond in the shadows,Dooming all who came.They appeared from mists,Hunting for those who wander,Stealing away souls.Roamers often passed,Ragged and short on all luck,Begging for new life.One by one they stayed,Finding new beginnings here.The brave found new hope.The forest transformedInch by inch the light regained,casting shadows off.Light and life returned.The dove with all reverencyReturned to its bough.
HealerThere I sat alone,High up on my throne,Prepared for a Masquerade.To darkness that I fadeMy heart I must mask.To unlock you took to the task.The walls I built just soLove has buckled and bowed.Fallen to sand an dustYou have gained all my trust.My heart you have healed:My fate you have sealed.