When shadows fade and shadows fall

Darkness creeps and rolls

The desert man made of sand cries out

                “What a laugh, did you think this was a pure romance story? I mean come on.  How could I let my author write something like that? It would have no place in it for a villain like me.

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Chapter Four:  Television Scare

            (Note From Author: I apologize for the lack of action in this chapter!)

If there was anything I hated more then rotting dead things showing up in my bathroom at night, then I think that, whatever it is, should be given a reword for most gross thing ever!

Here I stand in my evening dress,

A dress of crimsin, yes, yes.

I look down upon the many things,

I tried and tried to keep out of this dream.

Yes, I look down upon, that which what was mine,

If my sister had not taken over like a holy shrine!

Ha! Why do they love her best!

I am, and always will be the Eldest!

Her head is so tiny, so shrunken and crude,

I'm much more beautiful... Even if I'm rude!

She calls herself a queen! Bah!

*A/N* I am Myself will probably be continued under a different title. Hope everyone likes these!

Acliriana: Ack-lee-ree-ah-nah.

The wind did howl and cry

But a creature made of sand and stone stood

And Called with a human voice, "come back, come back"

not a man and yet with a mans form

the desert spirt set off to find....HER

for he was...in love and had felt the touch of destiny

The people he passed thought him a desert bandit

so they grew quiet when he passed and would not tell where she had gone

So threw the dunes he swept like a banshee

over hills and dales to find

her

Come back the desert cried

back from the the fleeting darkness.

the winds did howl like banshee beings

The desert worbled and wailed

for Mary O'graida

would not return

she though not dead had wandered

far, far

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