King Greythan and six of his most trusted knights accompanied us to the docks the very next morning. It seemed the king planned to waste little time on reclaiming his island and re-cultivating his precious fruits. What I knew and he didn’t seem to realize yet was that such a voyage could not be made underway in such a short time with hardly any planning. The king had obviously not made a habit of sailing. We would need to run checks over the Waveblade to be sure she was sound and whole. We would need to outfit her with fresh, relatively imperishable food and a great many casks of water.

Chapter Two

1. And the years passed by, and the wife and husband had sons and daughters born unto them.

2. And they grieved not for Rapunzel anymore, for that she was in good hands, or so they did percieve.

3. But, lo, ever since she was little, the old woman locked Rapunzel up in a tower, and let her not out by day or by night.

4. And Rapunzels' hair grew long, and it reached even up towards the heavens.

Wild child
Do not fear me
I will take you there

Wild child
I will love you
I will always be there

Wild Child
When you grow
I will lead you there

Wild Child
When you cry
I will sit there

Wild Child
When you leave
I will wonder if you're there

Wild Child
When you call
I will try and stay there

Wild Child
When you rejoice
I will try to stand there

Wild Child
I love you
I will always love there

I set myself down in words, in ink.
Blue lines running like rivers on the page
and my name
scrawled at the end with a hesitant hand.

My penmanship inelegant, sentences ineloquent
saying everything and nothing that I wanted to say.

But writing things down is like leaving fingerprints
or getting paper cuts, or making reckless decisions.

It’s like trying to draw a bird in a minute:
unable to capture its lightness and movement.

When she awoke, Millie found herself in the music room. Only it wasn't the music room, it was her room. For a moment, she had thought that she was still in the past, but the realization was that her belongings were in the room.

He's not here. Why on earth was that the first thing that crossed her mind?

I had the first two lines of this written somewhere randomly, so I decided to something with it! I would love your thoughts. This is my first poem that doesn't rhyme.

Nightmare

Slipping, Falling
Plunging into ink

Darkness, Coldness
Smother and freeze

Dancing, Prancing
Images appear

Mocking, Cackling
Unsettlingly near

Grasping, Clinging
Hoping for dawn

Losing, Crying
Trying to hide

Brightening, Lightening
Gasping for Breath

Morning, Daytime
Dreamland survived

JUST AS AN EXPLANATION, THIS IS STILL LIKE THE NEXT CHAPTER IN THE STORY, BUT IT IS ALSO THE FIRST PART OF SEVERAL EXCERPTS FROM JEREMY DRAMES' JOURNAL WHICH ARE INTEGRATED INTO THE STORY AND WILL HELP EXPLAIN THINGS LATER ON.
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Jeremy Drames
Sky Screen Log #1
August 14, 2020
4:39 a.m.

Kamber vaguely noticed the astonishment in Jovlin’s expression. Personally, he had ceased to be amazed by the number of books several years back, and he had grown up around the light bulbs. He turned away from her and walked over to the only darkened bulb in the room. Reaching into a hatch at the top of the bulb, Kamber pulled out a book. The cover was made of an old green leather and was fairly plain.

This is a story I wrote on the spur of the moment while chatting with some friends. It's supposed to sound like a little kid is telling the story. (did I ever mention that one of my nicknames is 'Handsome Toddler'? ;) )
I hope you enjoy this.. and I'm pleased to say that I do have another story in the works, which I hope to share with you soon.

I took your words and placed them under my pillow for some lonely night.
Now with the distant stars as witness I’ll draw them out into the light,
and together we will inspect them, study them, dissect them,
and I’ll recall to mind how you’re less eloquent under close scrutiny,
while on some sailboat far away you threaten the empty air with mutiny.