Do you guys remember Princess Candence Brielle Kiara Ella Maeve Abella Nicole Von Hinkle from the Princess Problem? Well, I've decided to bring her back into another story...

The sun has withdrawn its last warm rays,
leaving the earth to cool itself in the dark.
The ground relinquishes the warmth of the burning days,
as the air chills in the indigo dark.

A breath of wind ruffles my hair in passing,
pressing into my skin soft fingers of cold.
Greedily it snatches the warmth of my breathing,
giving in return a lungful of cold.

The silence seems to numb my cold ears,
no one else has ventured into the night.
I haven’t felt this alive in years,
Breathing and walking in the dark cold night.

Two knives who lay in a kitchenware drawer
Were, at one time, the very best friends
But as has been seen before
Friendship sometimes ends.

Neither were very sharp, you see
Nor either very bright
So dull as they were, they could only agree
On an honorable duel that night.

So while dog and canary were both asleep
They crept from the silverware
The fork set rules for them to keep
And suggested that they play fare.

Down in the deep
Water dragons keep
Up in the sky
Dragon wings fly
Underneath the sun
Dragons run
Below on the earth
Dragons full of mirth
Down in the deep
Secrets keep
Up in the sky
Secrets fly
Underneath the sun
Secrets run
Below on the earth
Secrets of mirth
Not too far away
Dragon Secrets stay

Tears trickling down mine face
Staining mine cheeks with red
I seek imploringly for Thy grace
Thy saving hands, Thy steadfast hold
Were stained with the same pain
Thy hand reaches and takes my soul

Pain piercing mine heart
With sharp agony and dread
I plead for Thy mercy to impart
Thy saving side, Thy cleansing blood
Were pierced with the same grief
Thy Mercy over me floods

Chapter the Tenth

There’s a wind howling, but you do not hear it. You are unaware of what is happening beyond your walls. You do not care as much for others as you do for yourself. You are vain, and proud. There is noone as good as you. Yet you feel lacking. You feel something missing in your life. You long for something though you do not know what. You are sure to find it. Perhaps it’s around the next corner. Maybe down the stairs. You follow where it’s leading you. You do not know where that is, but you have no fear. You know you want this more than anything; so you keep following.

It is not there.
It is gone.
Has it left forever?
Perhaps no,
Perhaps yes.
Are there any real answers?
There must be.
There out there somewhere.
Of what I speak,
You must not know.
How could you?
I have not told you.
You cannot understand what I say.
It makes no sense to you.
I speak of knowledge.
Almost a lost art.
It is dying.
Shriveling up,
For none to see.
Never being brought out for use.
People forget they have it.
They wander about,