the Islander

An old man by a seashore
At the end of day
Gazes the horizon
With seawinds in his face
Tempest-tossed island
Seasons all the same
Anchorage unpainted
And a ship without a name

Sea without a shore for the banished one unheard
He lightens the beacon, light at the end of world
Showing the way lighting hope in their hearts
The ones on their travels homeward from afar

This is for long-forgotten
Light at the end of the world
Horizon crying
The tears he left behind long ago

The albatross is flying
Making him daydream
The time before he became
One of the world`s unseen
Princess in the tower
Children in the fields
Life gave him it all:
An island of the universe

Now his love`s a memory
A ghost in the fog
He sets the sails one last time
Saying farewell to the world
Anchor to the water
Seabed far below
Grass still in his feet
And a smile beneath his brow

This is for long-forgotten
Light at the end of the world
Horizon crying
The tears he left behind long ago

So long ago....

This is for long-forgotten
Light at the end of the world
Horizon crying
The tears he left behind so long ago

reis komt dichterbij/journey is getting closer

heel dichtbij/ very close


a week from now I will be nervous, very nervous. Because monday morning I will be gone!!!
nog een week, en dan zal ik zeer nerveus, maar dan ook echt nerveus zijn. Want op maandag ben ik weg!!!

a journey off almost two months. It's scares me a bit. Never been away for so long. Never been longer then 2 weeks away, I think.
Een reis van bijna twee maand. Het schrift me een beetje af. Ben nog nooit zo lang weggeweest. Nooit langer dan twee weken, denk ik.

verhalen verwijderd/ stories removed

I had the idea to post my stories here, but I must end it. If I ever want to publish them then they may not be found on the net because I would lose my publish rights on them.

A small part is enough to let me lose publicationrights of an entire book.

Ik had het idee hier mijn verhalen te posten, maar ik stop daarmee. Dit zou ervoor zorgen dat ik later mijn verhalen niet kan publiceren mits ze openbaar gemaakt zijn geweest.

Zelfs kleine stukken kunnen zorgen dat ik publicatierechten van een heel boek verlies.

the king will return and village of dwarves

Need to rework this song into a story, of Midas hunting people who invaded and plundered his kingdom.
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They were attacked by surprise
In the middle of the night
They didn't stand a single chance
A single chance to fight
After the battle they gathered around the king
And they had never seen that man so sad

"I'm tiding out to get those men
Who hurt my people bad, so bad"

The king will return
With gold in his hand
The castle will burn
In the enemy land
And he will save our people

When two springs had passed a messanger
Came down the track
He said that he had heard great news
"The king is coming back"
Oh the time he was gone
They suffered bad in misery
They didn't know the way

Everyone was shouting
Save our kingdom now

They suffered bad in pain
The time he was away
But maybe now they could survive
Now they could survive

When the king came down the hill
To his people and his land
There were many tears
That touched the ground
And made marks in the sand
Yes now they could start all over again
And live in peace throughout time

Everyone was shouting
When the king came down the hill

The king is returning with gold in his hand
The castle is burning
In the enemy land
The king is...
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The dwarves of Lark are showing all their honour
when you walk on the Gandor secret hill

The dance for fire and wind
and the stories about old kings
are pleasing our brave lords
down in the village of dwarves

The elves are playing under timeless willows
while blue and red paint all my beloved land

The dance for fire and wind
and the stories about old kings
are pleasing our brave lords
down in the village of dwarves

The eagle's eye is hiding something tragic
but in this night the red wine rules in me

The dance for fire and wind
and the stories about old kings
are pleasing our brave lords
down in the village of dwarves

And all night long me Arwald and Aresius
we speak, we laugh, we honor our king

The dance for fire and wind
and the stories about old kings
are pleasing our brave lords
down in the village of dwarves

The eagle's eye is hiding something tragic
but in this night the red wine rules in me

The dance for fire and wind
and the stories about old kings
are pleasing our brave lords
down in the village of dwarves

And time has come now to ride
before the end of the night
the march of the swordmaster
to the unholy fight

And time has come now to ride
before the end of the night
the march of the swordmaster
to the unholy fight

Unholy fight
unholy fight