Chasing-Ghosts

Past lies hide my fears, Current realities bring me to tears, One so young full of joy, Beaten down like a wooden toy. The ones we have love for, Leave souls broken and tore, How could you say those things, That haunt me so-make me bleed. Never will I remove these ghosts, Be what I want to be most, Forever I'll be paying the costs, Of being broken, ruined, mistaken, lost.

Talking to you, Tell me things, Others do not hear, Tell me hopes, Tell me fears, Things that cause you tears, Secrets you kept to yourself, Ringing through my ears. Shattered hopes, Broken dreams, All I have inside, What's left of me is frail, So hard on the outside, Disguise what I feel, Masks of sincerity, Hide the true me. This is it, All I am, All that you will be, Wishing things, Weren't how they are, All I do, Is sit and dream, Of lost reality.

                                History Of The Hilds The original name of the Hilds was Hildarmu, but it was changed for the sake of the common tongue. Their realm was called Myrrandia, and it was far across the great seas of the God Oceanus. Their castles and their villages were on the vast plateaus and plains. Their first king was Durandel the Enlightened. For years the Hilds had been ruled by the tyrannical Council, and they tired of it. After decades of plague and famine one young farmer took a stand. He came before the council and said that the ancient Gods of lore had told him a change in their system needed to be made and he was th