Holyland

Soooo.... This entry is going to be english. Don't like it? Then leave. Cause I'm going to talk bout stuff that you can read online in english only. So yeah. Huh. Erm. Where to begin? I guess with the cause. Which would be? Doing something productive? Middle of night. Yeah I know. Not the best time. But I'm an owl and I work better at night. Besides. Wasn't able to fall asleep, so decided to finally do this. Do what? Well the title kind of gives it away, but write this poem actually. It has been a long time since something has moved me so emotionally that I'm willing to write something just cause of it. Some of my poems were just attempts to recreate. The spark. The muse. The link. Call it whatever. If you write prose or poetry I think you should get the point. But let's not get offtopic shall we? By now you might/might not have forgotten what mentioned earlier. That I was inspired. This thing. It was a manga. One of the damn best ones I've read so far actually. It's kind of bout martial arts. Kind of. But. It's much more. It's about life. Living. Finding your place. And being yourself. I can't explain it no matter how well I tried. All else that I want to mention is that I cried near the end. The ending contains a HUUUUUGE plot twist. You might. Might not see it coming. If you did. Well. You certainly know your assholes. Go and check it out by clicking here.
Wanted to put in a wikipedia article, but they don't really have it - surprise, surprise eh?
So without further delay - the poem I talked about - and the song which I was listening to while writing this.

Hmmm. For some reason the usual way how to add videos doesn't allow me to add the video here. Weird. Well. Just click here for the song then.

Holyland

So here I was,
In the middle of the road,
Lonesome traveller,
Carrying on,
Searching far and wide -
For a place to call my own.
Somewhere to stay -
Where I could belong,
And grow on my own.
This, mine, your and ours - holyland .

So there I am,
Middle of the fight,
Crusader of truth,
In the neverending battle of life,
Looking for knowledge,
In this place of mine.
Sometimes I know -
We will need to hold the line,
Can we do that?
To protect which is that -
Our holyland.

There I will be,
Striving for glory,
Justice and might.
Intrigue and romance -
What a fancy sight,
To be seen beyond the curtain,
Stepping through which,
Almost impossible seems.
One step at a time,
It doesn't get closer.
Two steps and I'm tired of trying.
Enough is enough.
My decision is set.
I shall cross the veil,
I - will be there,
your, their, but especially - mine,
In the holyland.