"Sic vis pacem parabellum - If you want peace, prepare for war.""The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portraitsoft winds whisper the bidding of treesas this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heartand the Midnightmare trampling of dreamsBut on, no tears pleaseFear and pain may accompany DeathBut it is desire that shepherds it's certaintyas We shall see...""There is something about yourself that you don't know. Something that you will deny even exists, until it's too late to do anything about it. It's the only reason you get up in the morning. The only reason you suffer the shitty puss, the blood, the sweat and the tears. This is because you want people to know how good, attractive, generous, funny, wild and clever you really are. Fear or revere me, but please, think I'm special. We share an addiction. We're approval junkies. We're all in it for the slap on the back and the gold watch. The hip-hip-hoo-fuckin' rah. Look at the clever boy with the badge, polishing his trophy. Shine on you crazy diamond, because we're just monkeys wrapped in suits, begging for the approval of others"I will admit i am not the perfect humanbeing....i have my faults and make errors like anyone one else...i won't pretend i am perfect i am someone who tries his Damnest to be there for those who need him...So you take me as i am....and if not then walk away,This is me Darkhart the so called soul protector by many who know me here to fight the good fight to protect innocent souls, as a soul protector I can be the one with large angel wings holding a baby in my arms, or i could the evil eye soul protector who walk the earth in all black condemed to never go bakc to either heaven or hell,...New beginnings are now upon me, and if anyone tries to taggle with that then i will set my soul protecting evil eye on to them.....this is my time to shine, this is my time to walk this earth as a mortal amongst the human race!A good natured person with plenty of feelings which have been mean thrown around like a rag doll by people who think they know better...well i got news for them, "what goes around, comes around "and when it does you will wish of a soul protector was by your side!! and if my so called freinds need me well please take the time and think closely how you treated this soul,This treating me this way is now over as I have moved on and for the first time in my life I am happy....Because i have this amazing girlfriend who is here on Fubar http://www.fubar.com/user/1438667 ....by my side....and this is our time to reign supreme..... Daughter of Darkness you are amazing.....and your stuck with me til the end of time xxxxxxx Whisper in the yard and turn the trees all into toysLay there on the ground, and turn the dirt into your joyFrom what I see and what I know, it's all been boring latelySo I suggest we trade a question mark in for a maybeTime your riddles right, and make a point that has no senseMake sure that you're smiling, and the money's been well spentInnocence and ignorance, it all goes hand in handI'm not sure that I'm right, but I hope you'll understandI hope that you're still searching for the start that has no endAnd all the plastic people have now become your friendsBefore you start to drift and your soul begins to screamI just wanted to tell you that you're listening to a dreamWilliam Shakespeare - All the world's a stage (from As You Like It 2/7)All the world's a stage,And all the men and women merely players:They have their exits and their entrances;And one man in his time plays many parts,His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.And then the whining school-boy, with his satchelAnd shining morning face, creeping like snailUnwillingly to school. And then the lover,Sighing like furnace, with a woeful balladMade to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,Seeking the bubble reputationEven in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,In fair round belly with good capon lined,With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,Full of wise saws and modern instances;And so he plays his part. The sixth age shiftsInto the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wideFor his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,Turning again toward childish treble, pipesAnd whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,That ends this strange eventful history,Is second childishness and mere oblivion,Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.Visit www.hostdrjack.comCLICK HERE!Visit www.hostdrjack.comCLICK HERE!SOUL PROTECTORSOne of the most treasured beliefs held by many people is that each person has an appointed guardian to watch overtheir souls.they are assigned to protect human beings. are celestial messengers that move at the speed of light to carry out God’s will In times of peril.God’s servants sent to rescue us. they are there to protect the soul of an innocent and keep them safe from harm from the devil or demons.. to keep them from the gates of hell or out of dangers way.THE VALKYRIES...The Valkyries ("Choosers of the Slain" are beautiful young women, mounted upon winged horses and armed with helmets and spears. Odin needs many brave warriors for the oncoming battle of Ragnarok, and the Valkyries scout the battlefields to choose the bravest of those who have been slain. They escort these heroes, called the Einherjar to Valhalla, Odin's hall. The Valkyries are also Odin's messengers and when they ride forth on their errands, their armor causes the strange flickering light that is called "Aurora Borealis" (Northern Lights). Some of the Valyries are Brynhildr, Göll, Göndul, Gudr, Gunn, Herfjoturr, Hildr, Hladgunnr, Hlokk, Hrist, Sigrdrifa, Sigrún, and Svafa. Old Norse: Valkyrja. An 8th and 9th century term for them is Wælcyrge.DRAGONSAs with every mythological creature, dragons are perceived in different ways by different cultures. They are commonly portrayed as serpentine or reptilian, hatching from eggs and possessing extremely large, typically scaly, bodies; they are sometimes portrayed as having large eyes, a feature that is the origin for the word for dragon in many cultures, and are often (but not always) portrayed with wings and a fiery breath.Although dragons (or dragon-like creatures) occur in many legends around the world, different cultures have varying stories about monsters that have been grouped together under the dragon label. They are associated with wisdom—often said to be wiser than humans—and longevity. They are commonly said to possess some form of magic or other supernormal power, and are often associated with wells, rain, and rivers. In some cultures, they are said to be capable of human speech.The term dragoon, for infantry that move around by horse yet still fight as foot soldiers.Midnight walkerWell once again my soul is calledUpon by the night which draws closerAnd the darkness covers the land and I’mCalled to walk among these night clubbersWho move around in hordes and gather togetherIn the thumping sound of loud music which hypnotiseThe thousands of drunken rabble who forget theirDay to day life’s.I the midnight walker is woken by the Calling of the night and I must walk amongThese nights clubbers with their pushing and shovingWith the tribal like dance and with every step I takeThey part like the red sea Always keeping an eye on meThe midnight walker.I the midnight walker in the dark jungleWith me who seems to be the odd one outWith my very long black leather jacketBlack leather trousersWhite necru shirtBlack long tailed bandannaAnd my dark shades hidingMy wolf coloured eyesOf blood curderling terror.Then its starts the pointing and laughter For you see I the midnight walker is a strangerTo these mere mortal clubbers who don’t fear meThe dark angelThe taker of livesThe prince of chaos and the lord of insanity.I the midnight walker starts toSense that the loud music starts to Mess up my head and the music startsTo fade away into utter silence and all I Can hear is the sounds of screamingSnapping of necks which are in flickedBy me the dark angel and the clubbersDie for its their time on this planet is overAnd there is no coming back for their souls.I the midnight predator Or call me whatever you willSlowly walking away from the jungleKnowing that from my carnageChaos is done for one night and I’llSoon be on the hunt againMe the midnight walker.night creaturesThese creatures of the nightWalk the path of unrest under the coverOf the full moon and bring with themThe haunting stench of the death whichRises with the cold chill of the rising fogWhich the darkness of the landWalking with the creature of the night.These creatures of the nightStart to gather and so they wreak havoc onA small Saxon village which is richIn living, breathing flesh to feast uponWhich these creatures of the which thenStart to advance their attack upon the sleepingSaxon village which in the state of the confusionThe startled villagers are fleeing from theirHomes into the surrounding darkness of the forestWhere they meet their brutal deaths of the mostBloody demise of savage razor toothed,Razor clawed creatures of the night.These creatures of the nightWhich wreaked their brutal carnageOf a bloody nature by the coverOf the full moon, soonStart to scatter like the plague beforeThe break of the twilight dawn appearsWhich uncovers the stench of death of aMass mutilation of the once Saxon villagers.