Those eyes I see, in the dead of night.
Those eyes I fear will be my demise.
Their red burning in the dead of night
Their white lining glowing like moonlight so fine.
I try to decline
Those eyes so malciouse
His teeth sharp and rigid
Those eyes like fire from hell
Now it is easy to see why so many fell
Into his prison of char and brimstone
A thousands souls never burning alone
Those eyes so cold
Those eyes so bold
They keep me down like a burden on my back
My hope to attack
But I can't do that

fog,

drifting,

ghost like

shadows, dark but alluring

meeting the sky.

I'm asleep in reality

not awake in a dream,

almost serene 

but aching.

silent weight

encompassing my hearts throng

turning it low and melodious.

I wish someone would sing along

to the forgotten bars 

of my song.

low,

deep,

sweet.

my heart beats

melting

with the orange glow; 

orange fading.

my hearts song, my life strains

the pounding quietly resounds.

She goes about her life like nothing happened. She tries to forget, tries to push it out of her mind.   She sees a mother holding her child in her arms So innocent so precious a gift of life.   She holds her head in her hands waves of depression tides of regret wash over her; drowns her.   she tries to block it out,  treis to forget the life  that was inside of her, but she can't. She thinks, That could have been me. My baby. I've killed my baby what have I done?

(Here goes, Erin! You did Faye... I did this. Chapter One is coming, but even though I don't have anymore than that completed, I thought I should post before we hold the website funeral.)

Dan was fighting bravely, but he was slowly wearing out. His larger adversary took advantage of this and drove Dan back to the edge of the cliff. Dan glanced around and saw Emily. She was standng against a wall. Her foe raised his sword and brought it down at her. Then his view was blocked and he heard her cry out. The sound rang through his mind. His shoulders slumped and his head bowed.

"Go ahead and kill me," he said, "I don't care anymore."

Sitting there, a flashback comes. He's laughing at something a friend says, looking so young, strong, so vibrant. Another, he's starting to break a horse and I know that he's indestructible, because, what could ever hurt him? His muscles ripple as he pounds a nail into the wall, he's building a shop with his two hands. I know he's a real man. I see him cry, as he speaks with his heavenly Father. As he worships his Maker.

Forgive me, I have failed you

Undefined Lines
Unclear Distinction
The things familiar
Stripped away

Blurred Views
Tainted Mind
Confusion Surrounding

Nothing is certain
Everything corrupted
Thoughts affected
Heart torn

Mystification known
Feelings shown
Hostility displayed
Faults exhibited

Blame untaken
Problems unclaimed
Hurt conveyed
Unfixed, it stays

The familiar is gone
Unfound, Undiscovered
The known has vanished,
No longer remaining

Jacob gritted his teeth as a whip slashed across his back.

"No lagging, slave!'

He bent and pulled another rock from the pile in front of him. Straightening up, he walked as fast as he could with it to an ever-growing rock wall. He placed his stone carefully into a space in the wall and plastered it in with clay. He paused for a moment to wipe sweat from his eyes, and was rewarded by another whip slash on his back.

"No stoppin'! Back to work!"