HeavenlyBerserker

   It all started that night, July 6th 1419. A caravel with a giant white sail with the words “Henrik the great” printed on it was on its way from Riga to Stockholm opening through the friendly Baltic Sea. The sky was crying in silence, gentle but constant drops of water fell from the dark clouds lighted only by the silver light beams that the moon reflected. The superb new ship was clean, perfectly organized and with no scratches at all. All the crew was sleeping; the only detectable signs of life were Captain Henrik and his close friend Christoffer, who were talking in the captain´s cabin.   Henrik was a 22 years old, we

Lifetime Do not dare to shed a tear Do not dare to run in fear Sometimes life is cruel Never when I have you near Use your strength to find a path Use your strength to fight its wrath Life is not always fair You have to learn to always laugh Enjoy your run with delight Enjoy your flight across the night Breathe every minute and event And make your way across the light. - A poem from 11th grade me