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
A kaleidoscope of colours erupted like fireworks behind my eyelids,
alighting the tiny veins like snaking rivers seen from a great height,
along which vessels sail away with the wind towards the horizon’s line,
leaving nothing but their wake behind as stars blossom like flowers in the sky.
Passing over the curve of some other world to another one just beyond,
where even the air is sweet like the heady fragrance of lilacs in the spring
and the sand and snow converge and meet upon the glowing shores;
The whistling wind
Blows through the trees.
I hear them crying out—
Crying for me.
The clouds shade the moon
She wishes not to be seen
While she is weeping.
She’s weeping for me.
The air is turning frigid.
It’s turning, indeed.
Turing to turn
A cold shoulder at me.
For I am the girl
Who promised the world.
And I just kept promising.
But how could I keep
Promises so deep
When it was I in need?
Master Tristan Mace squinted up at the sun beating down on him and his companion.
Ksarkash Athana peered into the valley sloping away from them at their left. "Should we be getting worried yet?" he wondered aloud.
"No." Mace moved his eyes to where Athana was looking, yet his body remained stationary. "Those three are very level-headed and know what they should do in danger." He glanced at the new Master. "And relax. They'll be back."
"We hope," Ksarkash muttered to himself.
Jace tucked the bottle of special formula pack into the pack hanging around his waist and wiped the blood off his sword with a handful of grass before sheathing it again.
He shook his head as he took one last glance at the slain demons lying scattered around him. “What is Virrid up to?” he muttered to himself. “So willing to sacrifice his soldiers to try and defeat me when only my Master knows when that will happen, if it does.”
Sighing, Jace turned and headed off.
The path was clearly outlined with the footprints of Alex’s and Kiral’s frantic escape.
The next morning was spent attending services at the gorgeous Havenwing cathedral, after which we returned home and were joined for lunch by a few of Uncle Oruc and Aunt Monria's friends.
Even that 'casual' gathering made me nervous with its pomp and opulence, but I hoped it might prepare me for my first Havenwing ball, which Aunt Monria had informed me the day before, was taking place in three weeks' time.
i give this heart
the one that's torn
i give this yes
the one that yearns
i give this life
the one with love
love and sacrifice
i give this heart
the one that's sore
i give this amen
and it hurts more
i give my words
my actions
burn
i give this heart
the one with joy
i give this smile
for you to enjoy
i give this song
with all
of what holds meaning
i give to you
my everything
Well, I began this soon after finishing Amira, but sort of got stalled on it. I just couldn't seem to get back into the story. However, I tried again today, and it seemed to flow easily. Here it is, and I hope ya'll enjoy it! Also, I thought I had made the name Amira up, but I looked it up and found that it's some sort of Arabic name (I think). But it's pronounced differently. Instead of Uh-my-ruh (my pronunciation), the Arabic one is pronounced AH-meer-uh.
Amira
Part 2
(A writing exercise that had to use all the words in the title)
“Teacher, are you there?” Isabel whispered, tapping the rough tree trunk.
An eye blinked open and swiveled down at her. “Is it summer already?”
Isabel grinned and nodded. “It makes you thirsty. You really want a drink.”
The knothole of wood that was her teacher’s mouth shifted up at the corners. “My roots are deep enough for that. You just want me to make it rain.”