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The Shadow's Heart
One: Where there is darkness
Midnight, there were no stars, no moon, nothing but the distant glow of store lights that seemed to hide just beneath the horizon’s edge.
There was a pasture that had gentle hills and an unsteady barbed wire fence surrounding it. It seemed to be uninhabited… until I came, well, I should say, we came.
Dear child, hearken now
Thy thoughts hear wilts
Thou forget
The tempest thou bore
In thy song ever more
Now sing thyself asleep
With no wind or bird
To answer thy cry
Now search thee through the night
Till dismal bongs awaken thou slumber
I’ll sing thee a song
A song of the bread maker
And the song of the weaver
The song of the sailor
And the song of a tea maker
Dream thyself asleep
But hark! the words of a song
Marian Ramon looked up as the front door opened, half-expecting to see fellow officers with prisoners from the hospital attack come in.
Instead, she saw a group of people dressed in black come in. Before she could send out the alarm, one of them quickly came over and knocked her out.
"Stay here," the leader ordered one of his men. "The rest of you, get your guns ready."
They crept along the halls in the station, meeting no police officers until they came to Jimenitz's office. They were walking by this room when they heard a voice.
Burning heart, piercing truth Grace, Groping…… Tears slide down, swells the embrace Courage, Clutching…… Wrenched apart, iron forged between Resolute, Reeling……. Bars torment, numbness dulling Peace, Pleading…... Chains pulling, sunlight fingering Surmount, Slipping…… Limbs weary, soul silently waiting Bravery, Blenching…… Beating, Beating…. Breathing, Breathing…. death Stillness, Stillness….. Silence, Silence…… life
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One: Just out of reach.
For the affect I search, search wide search deep
So incomplete.
Perfect flaws, scars seep,
Just out of reach.
Black birds fly soar high,
Just out of reach.
For the feel I search, search wide search deep
So incomplete.
Anxiety stalls, stops quick,
Bravery just out of reach.
The life in need of saving
Just out of reach.
For the words I search, search wide search deep
So incomplete.
I see that same old face in the mirror But the face has changed somehow Something’s there that wasn’t there Beneath my puzzled brow I frown as I examine What, to my surprise Has suddenly transformed Deep within my eyes They are still the same color They have not grown in size But now I hold a secret Deep within my eyes Their gaze has turned to hardened stone The fire behind has died There is a sad reflected soul Deep within my eyes
Hadrian sat on his throne, drumming his fingers impatiently." Where are those spies?" he hissed." They were supposed to be back hours ago!"
"What do expect?" Jezebel said in a 'don't-be-silly' tone of voice. "They're spies, and not only spies, but idiots, not only spies and idiots, but also brothers. Brothers fight all the time."
"Tala! Bring that boy, Muncha, or whatever his name is, here with his grandma," Hadrian ordered his aide.
In a while, the pair of prisoners stood before Hadrian.
Ideas and Thoughts
*A/N* Early Mornings, Disappearances, and Apparitions is actually a true story of the other morning when we went to feed the horses, only the names are altered ;) hope everyone enjoys!!!!
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Chapter One: The unknowing squirrel
I, Norbert Bockinstine, swear that every thing I am about to tell you… is entirely true.
It had been nine thirty-seven P.M., Friday night, when my life would be changed forever…