Day: 14. October 2009

It was a cold dark sunday evening and I was taking a walk right by my favorite garden. The leaves rustled and the trees spoke stories to their blooming flowers as I kept my pace. It smelled of old perfume stained on a wedding dress over the years and every time you wore it it became stronger. I wiped the sweat off my forehead and sped up my pace, footsteps still lurked behind me. I could hear the footsteps grow faster changing into paws on cement. Suddenly it grew quiet but I smelled the tinge of blood on the air. And I tasted the dirty trail they left for me to beware…I felt for my sword but all I had was a wand. Truly it was just a branch made of witch oak but right now it was all I had. I pulled it out of its wrappings and gazed as it shimmered beneath the glow of the moon. I heard a deep growl and out of nowhere came the animal. Huge, it bore claws the size of someones lone head, its teeth were long fangs, its eyes lay steady with mine and then out of complete idiotic pain I hummed a lullaby. “Spare me O’ merciful for I am not your prey”, I said bowing. The animal gave a smirk then said, “No, M’dear Queen, You are not. But may i remind you it is not safe here in Ronealk at night. Your father would smite you if he knew”. I flattened the skirt of my dress then said, “M’Lord, You wouldn’t burden thee like such would you”? “Now that I’ve taken time to consider, you may run. When you run…Do not look back, for the black magic witches and warlocks have broken free of their mystical bindings”, He smiled. “M’Lord”, I said taken aback. “Go, Crystal, go…They await royal blood”, Myron hissed. “M’Lord, You are not my father”, I snapped. “No, but M’Queen, not even I would want to see you beheaded and your face put upon the aceint gates of Ronealk”, He hissed. I felt my neck then I said, “Then go, M’Lord, fight your fight and behead them all! For you have the blessing of the Fire Lord! Go! Go”! Then I ran to my castle and waited for the war to burden my dreams.

TO BE CONTINUED!!!!

Face a mess,

Sitting upon the steps,

So afraid

of what looms so close,

so close,

teardrops dotting my shirt,

Something oh so close,

so close,

crying,

a wild creature leaps out,

lets out a roar,

a creature hated,

hated,

sadness.

Sadness.

Death whispers to me

Death speaks to me

Death yells at me

Death gives me a sneer

Death gives me a warm invite like a old friend

They forget the moment they had before,

Those precious memories wasted,

They let the secrets spill no time to replace it,

Sometimes the air speaks to the hearts of all of them,

So spread your wings, little Birdie, and fly,

Fly as if I never taught you a thing,

Soar as if your life depended on it,

Fly before this one good memory dies ,my Birdie,

They forget to spread instead they fall,

They forget what was their natural call,

forever peace? Forever love?

Where have we gone from years above?

These precious lies they feed from,

Don’t listen to their lies,

So, Spread your wings ,little Birdie,

Fly as if I never taught you a thing,

Soar as if your life depended on it,

Fly before this memory dies ,my Birdie,

Keep your peace…

I qiuck peak around the corner, your still there, of coarse you were. I wonder why I’m looking again. OK I do know, but should I be truthfull to myself? Can I trust myself with that certen secret? I was pulled out of my thoughts by the suden sounds of laughter I dared myself to look again. You were smiling a smile so sweet and inisent that I wanted to believe you were looking at me,wait a miunt you were looking at me! say somthing witty somthing cool anthing but”Hi um… opps homerooms, that way.”I yelled at what ever that had caused me to say those words! “your screwing me up.” Even though in my head it was roared loudly by an angry Liz I was stil silent on the outside.One of his friends laughed, I felt my cheeks turn a perfect cherry red. I did a perfect three sixty and disobeying the school rules broke into a run.