Sparkling in the moonlight
And shaded by the trees
Silent as the stars
Glittering like the night.
Looking upon
The face of the moon
Its petals shining
And wind creeping through
The silver flower
Of the glowing midnight.
When the sun sinks low
And the moon starts to show.
A figure will dance out of his cave in the park.
He’s set and he’s ready for the evening lark.
A sigh of his strings and a song in the night
Stirs the teapots that sit in the soft moon-light.
Every night they float out
At the ’Night Elf’s first shout.
Yes, late every night
When the moon shines bright,
The teapots will dance
Like they’re in a trance.
Hello all readers of Iraella and Baeddan!
I want to let you all know that I will be camping from today until Monday, so I won't be able to post any chapters until then. Sorry =(
See (or read) you all soon =)
-Erin
I have a plan: lets write a story together. The way this'll work is this::::
“You are close child” The voice taunts me. I tried to stand but it feels like there is the weight of an entire war galleon on top of me. “Boy, can you not find me? I am close to you. All you have to do is search for me in the right way and you will find me.”
“Who are you?” I shout into the nothingness.
“.”I am here, I am there, I am missing from you, and I hold the key to what you most earnestly want to know
“No! Tell me who you are!”
Chapter the Ninth
((Just a little comment here - somehow, I messed up and posted chapter six twice. So I'm editing this and turning it in to chapter seven. Sorry for any confusion.))
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Thraluic sat back, relaxing his tensed muscles. He curled his tail around his feet, for all the world like one of the scullery cats back home in the kitchen.
Ander lay panting on the grass, his whole right side on fire from the poison of the Vial. He looked up at the dragon, unable to ask his questions out loud until he could catch his breath.
A golden droplet,
Or perhaps silver,
Swelling up,
And falling out.
It curves over,
Every line,
Through the midst of pain,
Or the wonder.
Glinting in the light,
Or glowing in darkness,
Still rolling over,
A shadowed face.
I see you cry,
And mourning still,
And from your eye,
Comes the tear.