*A/N* Inspired by the song The Enemy by Mumford and Sons (my current favorite song ever) the link to it (everybody should listen!) is here: http://www.mumfordandsons.com//news/listen-to-the-enemy-for-wuthering-heights This particular storyish-type-thing is very muddled, unclear, and grammatically incorrect. It's basically a stream of emotions from a borderline- insane/dying man who is hallucinating about a mistake he made involving a woman he loved. I hope everyone is able to enjoy it!

These trees stand,
casting about in their solemn silence, whispering 
of the deepest secrets of man, bearing 
their hearts on the heaving winds, that cut cold
through these hallowed grounds.
And the tears of heaven wash 
the wounds from our broken hands, as we 
raise them up to praise, in the 
sorrow that we endure, heavily
on these shoulders that carry this, 
our burden; breaking image of life. 
We hope only, because we are somehow sustained, by
this love, which is so much the source of

Gun shots were roaring unceasingly. War had gripped by the waist the city’s walls. It was stifling in the small one-roomed house in which Adelaide had taken refuge in after praying in the chapel. The fire was blossoming to its full flaming power; yet, nay, its light was not bright enough to overcome the terror and sorrow of the injured soldiers, men, women, even children, lying on mattresses and blankets filling the room. Many were the wounded. Many were the gashes, tears, bullet-wounds to be tended.

 Here's a little poem I wrote that I hope ya'll enjoy! Also, for those of you who didn't know, I wrote a second part to Amira.

JOYFUL MORNING
 

How long the night has been, Mother,

When will it be day?

Sorrow fills my mind;

Is the darkness here to stay?

Nay, my child, the night must end,

The sun shall rise once more;

There shall be a joyful morning

Of this I am sure.

Mother, the moon is clouded,

The stars I cannot see;

How can you trust the sunrise

Off Stage

you almost were
and then you weren't.
before the lights went up,
you disappeared.
on Friday
a full house
the first night
of what could have been
many more.

we held our breath
and everyone's hearts pounded
when the stage
empty
naked
alone
appeared before us
with no one to usher us in
to that fantasy world of yours

you had no other,
no one could play your part

gone was the magic,
the echo of the heart

Alone.

{Okay, so I don't usually write fiction. It just dosen't really work out for me. But I was writing today, and I think it turned out okay. Please let me know what you think! I haven't done much editing yet, so forgive the slightly sloppy quality. Thanks!}