Welcome to Gaia! ::

I wrote this in high school for an extra credit project. Someday I'll finish it, I swear! sweatdrop

To Be or Not to Be...
What is this life to me?
That really is the question
impris'ning my attention.
To suffer bows and slings
and all the other things
outrageous fortune brings
alike to pawns and kings.
Take arms against the sea,
or never reach the shore?
And forfeit what's to be --
to die; to sleep no more.
In death what dreams may come,
the mortal coil stretched,
must pause and give respect --
they could be much more wretched.

(Chorus)
From undiscovered country
no traveler returns
And thus the resolutions
inside us cease to burn.
It is with this regard
the currents turn awry
and we raise up our guard --
our hearts will not comply.
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all.


But who would bear the blasts
and careless scorns of time?
The Tyrants of the past?
The Proud man's crooked rime?
When with a shining blade
after accounts are paid
and final peace is made,
life might begin to fade.


And another for the Overture...

Based on the opening scene, of course


Hours of night bleeding,
not frozen in the air.
Watchmen on guard reading
dark portents of despair.

Does he walk again?
What do his footsteps mean?
A tortured, lonely ghost...
is this what I have seen?

Within the dead of night
the dead are quite at home.
But men are seized with fright -
these watchmen here alone!

Has he appeared again?
Why won't he speak to me?
Oh what a troubled man...
this thing that should not be!