I haven't written in a long time (but am trying desperately to start again!) So this is a poem I wrote in late 2007.
We're in this place
Of blinding things
We're in disgrace
We have clipped His wings
Lost in this crowd
Of sinful, earthly people
I'm screaming so loud
They are burning Your steeple
Show us
True life
Glorious
Save Your wife
To watch her walk so staggeredly towards the filling room
Tears now swelling my eyes as she stumbles to the Groom
Author's Note: A couple of things about this episode; it was actually written first, after an afternoon of playing with my younger brothers and our LEGOs. The whole scenario took place in our living room, which is why furniture is referenced in this particular script.
Chapter 2
It came
"You admit, sir," the judge frowned down at the defendant, "that you assisted in the kidnapping and disappearance of the child Coral Syrda."
Adron's clear blue eyes met the stare of his prosecutor.
"I didn't assist, sir. I did it myself."
"So you admit that you are guilty."
"With the way you phrased it, sir, yes."
"Do you also admit to murdering Coral's father and uncle, the lords Genkin Syrda and Alsotta Syrda?"
"I did not murder them, sir. I killed them."
"Do you have anything to say in your defense?"
Chapter 2
more than bloodied scars
more than the wounds and mars
better than a joyful song
better than the happy throng
is the freedom cry
louder than the plea for help
louder then the cry itself
passion fiercer than the shots
passion greater than the thoughts
is the freedom cry
something that my heart inflates
something that my soul translates
something that my mind holds dear
something more important than the years
this the freedom cry
Chapter 5
Malva's Adventures begin
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~to all AP -the other story will be paused for a while~
Aunt Myrda probably wouldn't be mad.
That's right, Aunt Myrda wouldn't be mad.
Rynere shut her eyes briefly. Yeah, she could think that as much as she wanted.
Aunt Myrda would be furious.
Rynere slowly paced around the tree stump before sitting down, basket at her feet.
She had picked the berries. She had gathered the wild leeks.
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