I REMEMBER
I remember, O Arcanes!
the magical valley, sparkling eyes, and the free minds,
with no fragments of narrow domestic binds
age, race, creed, and color
existed never,
free-beings, with heads full of dreams existed wherever,
their time spent outside, walls and boundaries noticed not ever
O Arcanes! How did things come to this?
The melodies of Ray, O Captain! My Captain
Peeping windows, cheering crowds of Greenwich Lane
Beneath the Clock Tower, and beyond the hills
His drizzling chords giving Arcanes the thrills,
Zipping through Clown Street, Arya on her scooter
Riding to the cliff, the hill-tops drew her
O Arya! How did things come to this?
Alas! Free minds turned captive and our Arcane changed,
homes turned cage, windows left and grilles remained,
mornings, evenings, meets, greets, and bygone feasts,
from Lennon Square & Lincoln Park, to Townhall & Clown
Street,
fear spread like pandemic, dead spirits and soulless bodies survive,
My Arcane! Once the cradle, now graveyards of freedom thrive
O Friday the thirteenth, How did things come to this?
Ah! As I write tonight.. Arcanes are slaves, fear is thy lord
I know for sure, Redeem I will the Arcanes,
From this long dark night, Arcanes will rise…and
break free forever.
I remember, O Arcanes!
the magical valley, sparkling eyes, and the free minds,
with no fragments of narrow domestic binds
age, race, creed, and color
existed never,
free-beings, with heads full of dreams existed wherever,
their time spent outside, walls and boundaries noticed not ever
O Arcanes! How did things come to this?
The melodies of Ray,
O Captain! My Captain
Peeping windows, cheering crowds of Greenwich Lane
Beneath the Clock Tower,
and beyond the hills
His drizzling chords giving Arcanes the thrills,
Zipping through Clown Street, Arya on her scooter
Riding to the cliff,
the hill-tops drew her
O Arya! How did things come to this?
Alas! Free minds turned captive and our Arcane changed,
homes turned cage, windows left and grilles remained,
mornings, evenings, meets, greets, and bygone feasts,
from Lennon Square and Lincoln Park, to Townhall and Clown Street,
fear spread like pandemic, dead spirits and soulless bodies survive,
My Arcane! Once the cradle, now graveyards of freedom thrive
O Friday the thirteenth, How did things come to this?
Ah! As I write tonight.. Arcanes are slaves, fear is thy lord
I know for sure, Redeem I will the Arcanes,
From this long dark night, Arcanes will rise…and break free forever.
#breakfreeforever
The Valley welcomes you The Arcane Valley Project is an Art-First, lore based digital collectible brand, with a vision to influence the real world through publications, travel expeditions, and cultural festivals across the globe. And if you are an Arcane, you will enjoy whichever direction our brand takes. The Arcane Valley is much deeper than any lifestyle brand, and much wider than any wearable accessory brands. Each phase of the lore will reveal new possibilities and dimensions to the Arcane Valley Project.
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The Window
The Window
The Window is Our Space, the Window is Your Space, The Window is My Dream, the Window is Your Dream.
The Window is Our Platform, a space full of believers, who excel in all directions, be it Art, or Fiction lovers.
The Window is where Arcanes laugh, sing, and dance together around the Epic Campfire, all in one trance.
What if you want a better world What if you want to dream; want to imagine?
Keywords: Window is your Space, Window is our Platform, Art, Fiction, Epic Campfire.
The Resurrection
The Resurrection
The Valley is under siege, with ruins and wreckage, Enemy is strong, but Resurrection is our Message.
Rebirth is our Destiny, hand in hand we'll resist, Against the Enemy, only together we'll persist.
I've seen the Dream, I've had the Visions, With love & trust, we prepare for our Missions.
Our Imagination breaks the Enemy from within, We stand together, letting our redemption begin.
Keywords: Seige, Together, Dream, Imagination.
The Arcane Bounties
The Arcane Bounties
We win the War, and gather at Epic Campfire, Fire lights the sky, Dark Night ends forever.
Reap the Bounties, joys & riches abound, Freedom & sovereignty, no shackles around.
We celebrate with love, passion, and romance, We commemorate with gifts, songs, and dance.
We worked hard for The Resurrection, We will party harder for The Celebration.
Keywords: Bounties, Gifts and Clothes, Songs.
The Dreamland
The Dreamland
The Valley is a Dreamland, with festivals & feasts, there'll be contests, shows, exhibitions & meets.
Artists'll paint, Maestros perform, & the world, Will Await anxiously for the magical Arcane Spring.
Our Community will become the Paradigm, And the world eager to become a part.
Our Anthem will become our identity, and No one will ever dare to take us apart.
Keywords: Feasts, Exhibitions, Auctions, Perform and Sing.
The Footsteps
The Footsteps
We go out and explore new worlds like insanes, Breakin free, you bring novel stories to Arcanes .
With happiness all around, giggles everywhere, We all be together, breakin free from despair.
Our footsteps will forever be etched in history, With drinks & toasts, we celebrate our victory.
The world follows, our Valley becomes the bar, Arcanes animate the world, otherwise a dead bazaar.
Keywords: Travel, Novel Stories, Adventures, Footsteps.
The Immersion
The Immersion
The Enemy, and its eternal search to attack, Hunting for vulnerability, it lurks in the dark.
Dream is their avenue, fear their chance, so We lay immersed in dreams, full of trance.
With no passage to walk, no avenue to enter, Exhausted at last, verily they will surrender.
Shackled in labyrinths of dark space forever, The Enemy will remain our hostage forever.
Keywords: Immersed in our Dreams, Labyrinth, hostage.
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