Knight in home-dwelling, outpost by dark-swelling, fanfares and whispers…

Bears silvered horn, brass bugle grapples belt, heralds and wares…

Head lifted o’er battlements, hidden ‘neath darkened hood, fearless and wary….

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

       Bitter wind was tugging at Adelaide’s hood and lashing her hair round her face. She was sitting in front of Lawrence on a grey warmblood. He was plunging through the deep drifts of snow at a great pace and smoothly passing over rifts and inclines of the land. Lawrence had both hands on the reigns while supporting Adelaide by his arms.  The saddle on which they sat was large and made of fine leather. It was black and simple but strongly made. Adelaide had both her feet secured to the stirrups by straps that Cosmas had attached.

    We were walking to the bus stop from the highschool together, my friend Rob and I,  like we usually did. He was my best friend. I think I was his too. I looked up at him curiously, and glanced back at the kids that were glowering after us. We had both been awarded 'Most Mature' at the awards ceremony in May, and took our schoolwork, friendships, jobs, and lives seriously. Too seriously, according to our classmates.

I’m sitting by an iris;
What a lovely place to be!
I’m sitting by an iris,
And it’s growing beside me.

What doth make an iris?
Quite a lot, I’d think.
I’ve seen that purple color
In the running off wet ink.

What doth make an iris?
At the center I observe
A crown so fine, so fair-formed
My queen’s head it would turn.

What doth make an iris?
A golden pollen fuzz
Like the coat of Mr. Bumblebee
When by it he doth buzz.

What doth make an iris?

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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.

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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.

Cloudy days and muddled thoughts
Blend in time as big raindrops
Fall like sacred tears on dirty sidewalks

Umbrellas up and all around
Shelter those who never found
The beauty deep within the dripping water

Who is left untouched by pain?
Or never felt the hurt and shame
Like stone, remains; unchanged, unbroken?

The clouds will clear and life goes on
But sunshine never lasts for long
And rain returns to give and take away