Chapter Seven

 
 
*note to my readers: (which I hope are still here? Haha….) if any of you fellows remember, in the prologue (the shortest one in the world…) I said ‘incomplete accounts’ erase that from your heads. I’ve changed my mind.*
 
 

 But I can't see into him and he turns away to face the open road.

            “Never ye mind. Ye'll tell in yer own time I'm sure. Why do ye think there ain't been a soul here to snatch us all to the queen's delightful company?” It is clear that this conversation is closed for now.

            “Probably because every time any soldiers get near us, they are sent running in terror from Annie and Danielle.” I and Isaias chuckle a bit and then I fall silently into thought.

**Two poems, unrelated except for they both have something to do with North, and both were written while I listened to a song called North. 1 is inspired by a character from a novel I'm working on, and 2 is just part of an idea that may one day become a novel, who knows.**

Awake, my dear, awake

The morning you must take

You must fight the unknown fears

That have haunted all for years

As you lie there in bed

People tremble in dread

Only you can help

Beat  pain like a whelp

You have lived your life in comfort

You must do what you were born for

So rise from you sleep

Let your sword cut deep

I know you dream deep dreams

Void of any screams

But you must hear terror today

As the wickedness you slay

You promised that we wouldn't come to this place
promised that we'd be okay
it's all right, you said, but there's no light
and only the evergreens aren't dead
or afraid.

I keep my heart tucked under sand
I keep my soul buried under land
there is the sun, you say, but the morning's not come
ancient, dry bones turned to clay
in my hand.

Part I:
Dark is your heart.
Shadows of evil.
Consuming your mind, your soul.

Every moment, falling.
Dwelling in deepening darkness.
Death’s curse upon you.

Another day, another hour.
Never failing, never ending.
Once more watching you die.

Taken by evil.
Unaware of Satan’s hold.
The heart of sorrow.

Hell’s curse.
Bent upon you.
Stealing your soul.

Part II:
Lost soul.
Come back home.
Hear Heaven calling.

Overcome darkness.

"Make her be quiet.” She says, her voice irritated. A guard pulls a strip of cloth from his pocket and strides towards the lady.