Look at the faces of the lonely cliffs
staring out at the sea
they raise their eyes at night
to glimpse the stars

Look at the faces of crumbling boulders
that say, come, and rest on me
they burrow down in moss
and muddy ground

Look at the faces of earnest, brave pebbles
laughing in rushing cold creek
they dance and spin in light
and water smooth

Look at the faces of silvery-cool rocks
resting in the shade of a tree
they look out at the green
and sigh so sweet

Amid all the darkness in the world, there is a small quiet cemetery that is the home to many a hero for our country who fought for the truth in many circumstances. My mom and I planned to go to a service for a civil war soldier that was buried and never received the respects that was due to him for fighting for our country.

I wrote this  with the Pride and Prejudice Dawn song in mind, so read this through a few times, then go listen to that song.

Oh, Dawn,

See how thy light of golden skyline glows
Oh Light, that over yon hill slowly grows.
Thy warming rays of softly claiming light
Pursue the swiftly fleeting mystery of night

Oh, Dawn,

See how the flowers unfold, the Sun to greet
While yet the shadows of the night retreat
Hear as birds join in the symphony of sight and sound
While always Dawn advances o’er the frozen ground

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Fred stepped out into the cold blue light of room 2B; out into the sight of Alicia Joanna Marissa Nichole Varishoun, Agatha Agnes McFearson McMervey, and Nickoli Smapps, TD. The three humans stared down at him with their mouths hanging wide open. Fred drew in a deep breath and began to speak,

Sidney's Tale

Chapter the Twenty-Fourth

            It was only a few more days after their escape that the foursome walked upon Niaequein shores. They arrived at Neygren, just at the dock. Luckily, the town was too busy for anyone to notice four teenagers climbing out of the water perfectly dry.