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A shadow crossed over the land, death had made a mighty plan. From far and wide, great was the divide. For Scot, for Pict, all nations six. They marched upon the sand of time, for the slaughter they wrought was surely a crime. They met on a sea shore, the Viking ships from Ireland made the waves roar. The cry of men was a deafen fright, but the men stayed and gave no flight. 

For Pictland, for Angleland, for Scotland and more this battle would set an ultimate…

On hope I shall write, because we've all fought that fight. We've all hoped for better days, somewhere were we aren't washed away by the waves. When we are covered in despair, hidden from the light, we find ourselves looking for hope, for some better thought or care. Perhaps a friend has passed, lost to the ages so very vast. Perhaps you've lost something very dear, which brings out the cleansing tears. Or maybe you've moved away, in hope you'll wish for a brighter, newer…

Life, be it full of love or strife, feels like one heck of a stab from a knife. Some wish for every lasting life, wishing they'd have every moment, again I say that's nothing but a load of strife. Give me a moment of perfection, a moment of love so pure, and I'll show you that your ever lasting life is rather dour. Some cry for life to be perfect every day, but is that worth the hassle, the boredom I say? Gods no, gods I say, why do people gladly throw their wishes…

As the night covers the glen, the mist comes roaming down again. As cold as the death, as shallow as a murderers breath. For many'a person had been captive of this mist, lost long ago leaving their loved ones without that one last  wanting kiss. No not knows what happens as the mist falls, not one sound will you ever here call. Families, lovers and singles people all suffer the same fate, as if all were dragged away through the same hellish gate.

But as this mist…

Long had been the toil, tiny had been the spoils. For the march south had been a curse, the march back north had been much worse. But it is my right had cried the prince those long days ago, but now what would the Jacobites'  think if he'd been lost in some fierce snow? But no, fate played a different card, and soon many'a life would that prince disregard. For this prince had been a  selfish sod, caring not for others whilst he was on the trod, perhaps this little boy had thought he'd…

We don't think much of our gift, perhaps we'd forget to ask for it in a wish. But sound is wonderful, sound is great, imagine where'd we be without this on our plate? Without music there'd be no dance, now what girl would take that chance? Without a voice there'd be no talk, how would young lovers know each others thoughts? No, sound helps make us us, just like a gentle bees buzz. Without sound we'd be lost, many artist would have no cause. Thus why we must value this art, the art of…

Valentine's is the time to be, if you wish to find something of beauty. Valentine's is the place to be, it's the one time you'll find love is free. Valentine's is a time of joy, a time whence smiles are on deploy. But this wasn't always the case, in times gone by they ran a different race. One which involved whipping ones partner, as you see the method was darker. The method perhaps different, the times they are significant. What is dark to us, is white them, who are we to argue with the…

To grow old, oh what a curse, is it too much to ask to simply restart back to my birth? For each day that passes, a greater part of me longs to be back in old classes. But of course it's a natural thing, this longing to be young as the youngest of kin. But it doesn't make the urge any weaker, it only makes my future look and feel bleaker. For I know the days of carelessness have all but gone, to be replaced with the serious and overwhelming throng. Call me a moaner, a pain in the rear,…

On the Scottish freedom case I shall write, as it's a sad and pathetic sight. For freedom is their rallying cry, I'm sorry but freedom from whom and why? if thou knew your history well, you'd know it's us Scots that should be happy and swell. For we roped together England dear, Wales too, they had no care. We took Ireland as our own, it all happened you see without a groan. We took the English Empire without a war, Longshanks would faint and hit the floor. 

Did…

As the winds moans in the dark, as the trees sway in the park.

As the mountains stand for now soever so high, as like eagles soar in the sky.

As the flowers small and thin, as like the bees that hum to break the silent dim. 

As the rivers run long and slim, as the oceans creatures continue to swim.

As the dogs howl in the night, as the rabbits flee in fright. 

As the ants march on their way, as like the cats…

As thousands fled in fear, women and children were hunted like deer. As thousands fought over who was right, as animals these 'men' would be the sight. For they cast the use of their god, to use him to favour their ultimate odds. How sick this world can be, when you pray for the death of anyone but ye. To ask what good this brings, will be answered by  the silent ding. For something pure, something good, does not hide evil in it's hood. You ask me how I know, that god is not down here…

As time speedily passes by, as like doves flee in the sky. The sun will come, the sun will fall, time will come to end it all. Nothing lasts forever, be it mountain, be it river. As the…

Ain't it funny when things just kinda... uhhh fall to pieces? All of yesterday was a great example of that I reckon. First of, only half the school arrives on time (By on time I mean only half the school arrived at all) and the only reason we left registration was due to the fire alarm. Some might call it fate, but after 'bout two weeks away from school, Mr Campbell thought it was just a right ol' pain in the arse.…