"Please, sir? A bit of food?" I ignored the child's pleas and outstretched hands and walked on. On to the next starving child, on to deny even the acknowledgement of its existence. Why weren't the beggars ever adults? It would make this simpler. Despondently, it sank to the ground, incapable of following me, it would wait for the next passerby. I was good at ignoring them, though at first I tried wildly to assist each and every one of the ethereally thin waifs I encountered. Now I knew better, looked through them like everyone else did.

Rynere stared at Tass. Tass grinned.

"Did you really ..."

"I know I didn't, but I really can't control what you believe about it."

"What he know and doesn't know really has no bearing on this," Matthan took a step forward, glaring at Tass. "You make up everything you tell this girl."

Tass smirked. But he didn't say anything.

"You don't deny it." Matthan arched an eyebrow.

"What I do and do not deny really has no bearing on this," Tass grinned again. "That should be obvious, if I'm making up everything I say."

Angels

Float in the air

Dancing in the gray

Siing Lullaby's

I name them

One by one

Noel

Faith

Hope

Cadance

They feel so alive

So real

It get's darker and darker

The stars luster in the twilight

I'm about to go sleep

I decided to put them to bed

I put on my snow boots

and hurry outside

I capture the angels

In thin air

Just as I'm about to tuck them

Into the snow

They vanish

My heart crumbles

Tears start forming

      O God, who set the stars in sky above,

     who fashioned earth by a stalwart, strong hand

     how might You Lord bestow a gaze of love?

    Or how could I begin to rise from where I stand?

   A chasm lies too steep for graceless child to reach

   Your heights. I thought my dirty rags would do

   to gain reprieve from fate that's dealt to each

  still chained, apart, and gone, from Mighty You.

  I cannot mount the path. I bend my knee

  and ask, if then, this way, I cannot take,

 "Want to see action?" 

"Want to see violence?" 

"Want to see a pest?" 

Well come on and try it! 

These creatures are muddy

And yucky and rude 

Their hair is unbrushed 

Their faces are crude 

They dash all around 

Trying to annoying you 

They are hearing imapaired 

And impulsive too 

"Play this and play that" 

They scream from their lungs 

They bounce and they tumble 

They yell and they lunge 

A hundred shooting stars
A wish for every one
A hundred silent dreams
That I should never want.

           “Well, are they disposed of permanently?” the Aoran asked Ntraex.

                “Yes, Master,” Ntraex replied. “They are dead and their bodies are disposed of.”

                “You have done well, and General Kharan will be proud of you for your obedience and loyalty,” the Aoran said. “You are dismissed.”

                When the Termination Demons had gone, the Aoran turned to the chair that she always occupied in the room. “Now, down to business.”