The Silent One’s Tale prologue: Down the city of El Cajon, they came
People of all nations, universes, and frames
Some with humor, some with knowledge
Some with customs and some with homage
Stories they had shared of mental health and reputations
Of good morals, weaknesses, and future generations
“I’m telling y’all a tale,” they said
Setting, with folded legs and upright head
They rarely spoke, ever so quiet
So when they announced their motives, everyone went by it
War, exodus, dread, and agony, all of them played
With the life of our friend of thin body and dark shade
What was their gender, I may not remember
For my memory weakens at the end of September
They were, about it, extremely insensitive
And no one there has ever been inquisitive …show more content…
And though he didn’t know who sang and what they sang
The sound always brought tears of joy and heartfelt bang
As the wind carries their voices, going through Ariea’s face
His eyes sparkles and his heart beats with its elegant grace
Blending with the orange sky, the daisies, and orange freesias
They erased the pain, replaced it, gave a temporary amnesia
*****
Over the other the other side of the flat land, they stood
Singing the helplessness and fear out the best they could
Yet never the less passionate, hopeful, and flawless
Between them Sann, with soft voice and eyes honest
His friends, him often escaped the village to the woods
From their duties, their parent, and the eternal conflict
Didn’t have any distraction, except the rocks they kicked
And the flowers they smelled, named, and picked
Then a melody was played, a voice of violin …show more content…
He then dared
To dream of a world where his pain was justified
Where he happily lived until he was satisfied
One of the coldest nights he ever had
Into the top of his last, he’d add
This cursed, ill-fated night along with the others
When his friends died, disappeared like feathers
He saw his end approaching nearby
Soon he‘ll meet his friends and die
His greatest regret was not fulfilling his vow
Alas what benefit would regret to do him now
He had accepted his deadly end like he accepts warmth
With broken tears and memories going back and forth
*****
It was an absolute tradition for Sann to be present
To executing events, but the day wasn’t pleasant
He went to listen to the singer across the wall Starting to feel irritation as the night had to fall
Near the edge of the blackened outskirts, Sann sat
On a white patio, with liquor, and a fire he stared at
Close to him was his sister who looked over to the stars
A night that could’ve been better if it wasn’t for the wars
She takes his hand, with a smile on her face
“It is too quiet for my liking, in this dim
People of all nations, universes, and frames
Some with humor, some with knowledge
Some with customs and some with homage
Stories they had shared of mental health and reputations
Of good morals, weaknesses, and future generations
“I’m telling y’all a tale,” they said
Setting, with folded legs and upright head
They rarely spoke, ever so quiet
So when they announced their motives, everyone went by it
War, exodus, dread, and agony, all of them played
With the life of our friend of thin body and dark shade
What was their gender, I may not remember
For my memory weakens at the end of September
They were, about it, extremely insensitive
And no one there has ever been inquisitive …show more content…
And though he didn’t know who sang and what they sang
The sound always brought tears of joy and heartfelt bang
As the wind carries their voices, going through Ariea’s face
His eyes sparkles and his heart beats with its elegant grace
Blending with the orange sky, the daisies, and orange freesias
They erased the pain, replaced it, gave a temporary amnesia
*****
Over the other the other side of the flat land, they stood
Singing the helplessness and fear out the best they could
Yet never the less passionate, hopeful, and flawless
Between them Sann, with soft voice and eyes honest
His friends, him often escaped the village to the woods
From their duties, their parent, and the eternal conflict
Didn’t have any distraction, except the rocks they kicked
And the flowers they smelled, named, and picked
Then a melody was played, a voice of violin …show more content…
He then dared
To dream of a world where his pain was justified
Where he happily lived until he was satisfied
One of the coldest nights he ever had
Into the top of his last, he’d add
This cursed, ill-fated night along with the others
When his friends died, disappeared like feathers
He saw his end approaching nearby
Soon he‘ll meet his friends and die
His greatest regret was not fulfilling his vow
Alas what benefit would regret to do him now
He had accepted his deadly end like he accepts warmth
With broken tears and memories going back and forth
*****
It was an absolute tradition for Sann to be present
To executing events, but the day wasn’t pleasant
He went to listen to the singer across the wall Starting to feel irritation as the night had to fall
Near the edge of the blackened outskirts, Sann sat
On a white patio, with liquor, and a fire he stared at
Close to him was his sister who looked over to the stars
A night that could’ve been better if it wasn’t for the wars
She takes his hand, with a smile on her face
“It is too quiet for my liking, in this dim