A secret system
A hidden way of life
someone out there is finding
finding out what the world is about
finding the answers
someone out there is searching…
on a cold winter night
1000 years ago
a knight stood guard at a castle
with a grey mist
came snow
the knight fell asleep
he became feverish
and soon he woke
his body burning
no feeling left in his fingers or feet
he jumped at the sight of a blue jay
And the green spring trees
he had slept
like a hibernating bear
through all of winter
when he walked through the streets
he knew something felt off
the whole town had left him
in the spirit of frost
as he walked out the castle
he glanced over his shoulder
there was a dark soul behind him
The knight turned and swung
but the soul was lost
it didn’t even jump, it was the spirit of frost…
the knight left the castle
and the spirit
is still told to be near.,
the spirit is here
today
learning the ways of the modern world
but as time ages
the spirit fades
his soul becomes more and more lost
his dark shadow fades
and he becomes tired
he knows the answers
he’s been here all along
but the more our world fights
the more he fades
all he has
are his old ways
the way we find the answers
is if everyone fights together
when that knight ran 1000 years ago
he ran from the answers and the spirits below
The answers were in that castle long ago
people came around to see the spirits show,
he sang and wept and spoke aloud
“Everyone has a place”
“You just need to make yours”
The spirits are all around with answers and sounds
some are the wind, and when you hear it howl
they are speaking and screaming
even though it might sound calm or creepy
the wind has the answers to our worlds legacy.
When you hear a fire roar and light with woosh
Spirit burny has awakened
you’ve started his journey
He crackles and roars
rages out loud
these are the answers
flying around
each ember
is a world that someone created
each ember is an answer
as the fire dies out
it fills with answers
answers to our worlds legacy.
When you hear the spit of water from your sinks spout
thats spirit Liqo coming out she makes herself known everyday
billions of people use her day by day
when her rush is heard her answers are spouted
she has the least
she has shared the most
she has made a legacy.
The knight from 1000 years ago
lost frost in the warm spring glow
ever winter
when the cold snow falls
hes there
at the beginning of spring when the frost builds on the grass
hes there
When the cold creeps into the night
he’s there
when you get a frosty chill down your spine
frost is there…
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