GivenGone were the daysOf gayful smiles.Let me count the waysThat I have gone the miles:Your ego and pride,A little bumped and bruised.I defended by your side,Loyal, angered, and unamused.Scared and sick were youThat another, better, loved I.Awake stayed I till two,Reassuring and claiming as my.Never once I did waverThrough every one trial.Our love so I savor.With you I went every mile.I fought to remain,While you got off light.My strength does wane.Your turn now to fight.
FrozenJanuary, frost and cold, alludes her loveOf me, sadly remains false and blind.Haughty and proud stands tall aboveForever playing in my mind.Foolish I in sight hindOf love in frozen ice.A wish I can never hope to findYet her soul still does entice.She has bloomed into my single viceOf woeful love unrequit.To love I hear unwise.To her my love does fit.Icy love may forever freeze,Yet to the heart, love holds the keys.
BANG!Mama said to stay. That big, dark man enter, and Mama pushed me into the closet. I don't know why. Maybe it was because the man was a stranger. Mama always said don't talk to strangers. She wanted to play with her toys though. Why would she want to talk to the man? Mama always had strangers over. She was allowed to play with her toys then. It wasn't fair.She slowly crept out, and grabbed a hold of her toys, playing silently.The man started yelling at Mama. Strangers always yelled. Mama yelled too. This time it was different. The man was yelling about Mama owing money. Mama never owed money. The strangers did. Mama wasn't yelling at all though. She kept silent. If a stranger yelled, Mama yelled right back.She went to the door and opened it silently, padding down the hall.The man held something shiny. It glinted in the air as he waved it about. Mama stood there crying. Mama kept saying she hadn't gotten the money. The man didn't seem to care though. Mama just cried harder.She ran fo
My gift to youWith fire on my wings,I launch into the skyBreath held for what bringsThis year by.A hope for health,A wish for want,A need for nothing,A gift for growing.You see, my friendsHold my handThick and thin, to the end.Never shall land.Greet my cycle newTogether with me too.
Patrem et Matrem PrologueThe wind howled outside. Trees creaked and groaned. Storm was blowing in. Definitely a bad one. She didn't know where to go. She stood stranded on the side of the road, a wee one in her arms. No houses resided this deep in the woods. Said to be enchanted by the fools.The rumors didn't matter. Not anymore. It didn't help her out here. Thunder clapped in distance. The wee one in her arms start to squall. She had to get into shelter and soon. Where though?The universe answered in the sound of a diesel engine roaring up to her. Frantically, she waved a hand to catch the attention of the driver. The midnight black truck, thankfully, slowed to a stop. The window lowered to reveal a young man with hair darker than midnight and eyes to match."You need to get to shelter," he spoke, thunder punctuating his point.'No crap sherlock,' she thought. "There's no shelters this far into the woods.""Why on earth would you go in the woods with a storm closing in?""Well obviously I didn't know one wa