Note: This poem was inspired by the song Stained Glass Masquerade by Casting Crowns. Enjoy :)

You don’t see beyond the smiling eyes

to seek the truth behind the lies.

The performance in this great parade

is really just a masquerade.

The steps have all been rehearsed.

Phorknere

Prologue

The wind was blowing hard and strong, the way all the sailor's on board the great ship liked it.

 A big burly, broad and muscular man stood, legs spread far apart as a manly and confident figure. The captain smiled, proud and glowing with excitement and glee. His child was going to be born! His first baby girl, he was sure.

*A/N* VERY rough draft. Criticism is appreciated.

*A/N* These first two-Goddess of the Sea and The Doctor- I think could turn into something a little bit more elaborate. What to you all think? The others are just kind of random, spur of the moment type things.

Yesterday was my first day of my 15 year on the world. I don't feel much different than I did 2 days ago, when I was a mere 14 year old. I haven't gotten a sudden wealth of wisdom or suddenly understood why I am here or what the purpose to life is. I feel more as if I fit in my own skin, that 15 is the age I belong in for now, and I am content with that. The things that seemed oh so important last year are now dim memories in my mind, things I hardly think about any more.

Chapter Two: Queen among the Narcissi
 
Blood stained Julian’s clothes, and he could do nothing about it. Caked mud had helped until it dried and fell away in chunks.
Goodness knew Julian had spent enough time in mud, trying to bury the old one with all the mourning rites he remembered. He had memorized quite a few in the time he had had to think about death—too much time out of his life.  
I never asked his name.

The shadows fell like rain filling the streets of a victorian London but on second glance it wasn't Earth. A boot black boy ran past, his tan cap wet with rain.  His ears pointed.

It was night in the land of the Fay and the rain toumbled down.  A tall dark shadow slipped threw the deserted streets.  His cloak pulled tight around him obscured his face.  He glanced back and forth to see if he was being followed before stepping into the shadow of a shop door. 

The bell on the door jangled softly as he shut the door behind him.  

It’s strange how people hurt you
Telling all their lies
Keeping all their secrets
Sharpening their knives
Whispering to others
Plotting your demise.

It’s strange how you trust people
At least, you do at first.
Until they’ve hurt you so many times
That you believe you’re cursed
Then they say that you were tricked
And that part is the worst.

It’s strange how someone loves you
And says he’s always there
Then, one day he’s gone
And it doesn’t seem fair