The Brave Men of War by [Nevermore.]

My arms are tired my knees are weak,
Around the corners I desperately seek,
For someone to help or someone to learn,
For that place called home I desperately yearn.
But out along the shattered field
Where golden dreams turn grey,
Where men were praying for a safe return,
Now all the dead men lay.

The sound of gunfire fills my ears,
And no one now can solve my fears,
For I have seen so many people die,
From dusk till dawn and day till nigh.
And over all the blood filled trench,
I still can smell that god awful stench,
Of many brave men that have died,
I would shed my tears, but I’ve already cried,
For the men who thought that it wouldn’t end this way,
Shall never see the light of another beautiful day.

Blood On The Steppes by [Galain]

Away to the steppes, to the mountains we go,
Where my people rule our kingdom of snow,
With copses of pine trees and sward ever-green,
Like a still-life painting, an undefilable scene.

But how wrong I was with my raw, youthful views,
Soon a warm crimson tide would paint deep scarlet hues,
Our happiness, eternally locked in a tomb,
Sails on the horizon, an imminent doom.

The Norse had come, those beasts from afar,
They'd salted our fields, filled the wells with tar,
The churches they burned, the hamlets they ravaged,
The castles they looted, our kingdom was savaged.

For days I searched for the family I'd lost,
Stumbling past bodies glassed-over with frost,
Looking for strength in the tall mountain pines,
When I stumbled upon the most ghastly of finds.

My brother he laid there, his body was broken,
And I'll never forget the words that he spoke then,
Andreyev, he croaked, tell mother I've gone,
Help her to cope; you're the Tzar from now on.

Strings Attached by [Spoon-chan]

The dusty ground around me, choking
My mind overwhelmed by madness
My body numb I can't move
Am I alive?

The people pass by me, everyday
No one really coming to me, staring
Though the glass barrier, I watch
Am I alive?

An opened wound, uncared for
slowly fading away
My colors are washing away
Am I alive?

If I am then how come these strings, are attached to me
Am i truly alive, I wondered
Though my glassy eyes, through my rough cracked hands
I realize that I was blind
Or maybe I'm still blind unable to see what was real
With these thoughts in my head...I understand
I'm nothing than a puppet.

Velvet Storm by [Benji Madden Fan]

A delicate raindrop pierces the night sky.
Dazzling stars veil themselves with clouds.
Moonlight travels over the garden.
Roses twist and writhe in the wind;
A single petal soars through the thick air,
Searching for the cradling limb of a tree.

As crashing ocean waves penetrate the darkness,
A jagged streak of lightning appears in the distant mist.
The thunder is remote now.

As the sweet bellow of silence clothes the garden,
Our rose petal has settled on a dusty patch of weeds,
Wondering if it should resume its battle
Or yield to the cry of nature.....
Christened as the tranquil slumber of the night.