“A Tempest rising, without fail.”

“This world, it is a tempest sometimes. But remember, the sun always rises again.”

“Bathed in shades of violet, she comes in the dark. Power unrecognized, half human, half mar. Born in lightning, anointed in tears, Magic abounds, while its painful heat sears. The battle draws ever closer and one side will fall. Good and evil collide, once and for all. The victor uncertain, as fate evens the scales. A winter storm’s coming, a dark night’s tale- A Tempest rising, without fail.”

“Fall forward, in your failing, and rise up with a soul on fire!”

“The sun sets and we sleep. The sun rises and we wake. We wake and, ever so briefly, ever so blindly, we enjoy the fantasy of beginning anew. Then, without fail, reality reasserts its presence.”

“I know a rock in a highland's ravine,On which only eagles might ever be seen,But a black wooden cross o'er a precipice reigns,It rots and it ages from tempests and rains.And many years have gone without any hints,From times when it was seen from faraway hills.And its every arm is raised up to the sky,As if catching clouds or going to fly.Oh, if I were able to rise there and stay,Then how I'd cry there and how I'd pray;And then I would throw off real life's chainsAnd live as a brother of tempests and rains!”