The Battle of SeraphimSilent shadows far and near
Draw closer to hear the tale I'll tell.
Childeren far and childeren wide
listen to this, the rhyming tide.
Whispering wind, quiet down
And soaring bird lie silent and still.
Listen, my friends, for I shall tell
Of a time once lost to the heart and ear.
Long ago in the Forgotten Lands,
There lived a man with many hands
His sheep set to graze 'til their heart's last beat
He lived peacefully 'til one blast of heat
Silenced his feet.
His daughter turned on him.
Her name was Seraphim
For she was once called an angel
When she save a boy from a fire by the luck of a shingle.
But, now, gone bad like the new moon's light,
Her wings, full open, will make a fright.
Yet, there was only one and her kin
That could save the mighty Seraphim.
It was a first light that Sheron set out
With her sisters trailing behind.
Soon they came upon Old Willow's Cave,
Which Seraphim stays at light,
And they waited 'til the time was right.
That night, Seraphim walked out
Her head sliced cl
DifferentI am a doe
running like an avalanche.
You are a snake
Drowning me with your poison.
I am pure
just like the deep blue ocean.
You are coarse
just like the mountain's spine.
I am warm
like the sun's rays.
You are cold
like the night's shadow.
the wildernessThe coldness surrounds me.
Reminds me of the Death around me.
The sprites urge me to run away.
"No," I tell them,"I won't run from my fears."
"Let them run from me."
And so I stood waiting for them to find me.
And find me they did.
They started to haunt me and mock me.
But, I stood firm.
They tried to break me and take me.
Yet, I stood firm like a Lakota battling against the strong buffalo.
My fears withered away like they never existed.
Faded away from me.
Seraphim NevermoreShe is softly singing
Emptiness surrounds her
Rough sand underneath her
Around her, the black vanishes
Playing around her
High tides roll
In to the bay on the
Ever so softly
Vigilanty Justice strikes its bell
Ending the life of one more
Most of Never
Ousts itself from her body.
QuarrelEntwined in destiny, the lovers quarrel
To fall back in a love so desired, so drowned in desperation.
Ah, to be in love with such a world...
How beautiful the pain of separation.
Together they rise, together they stumble
Neither will give up; they swear on the hearth.
Corrupted echoes of forgotten pasts
Working alongside the patience of Earth.
Fall, at last, the lust-starved maiden
To an unsuspecting Olive hidden in a tree.
Her heart is his to conquer, to possess
Together, their fate unfathomably free.
WIP: JuliaShe was still as ghost-like as I remember her being. The dress she wore, which held a soft green floral print, conflicted beautifully with her pallid skin as it danced around her in the spring breeze. I hadn't seen her in years. Well, ever since I broke up with her, at least. Seeing her right now, here amongst the wildflowers that bloom only in Southside, made me remember why I was in love with her in the first place. She looked at me, eyes intent on acknowledgment, and whispered something on the breeze so soft I couldn't grasp it.
"What was that?" The question rolled off of my tongue faster than the way rain mixed with the ground.
"I said," she cooed, coming closer to me, "thank you for taking me here, George. However, if you don't mind, why are we here? I asked to be dropped off over at Harriot's."
"I thought you might like it. It's your style, after all."
She looked at me with a slight dissatisfaction. "George, if you want something from me, why not just ask?"
I hate it when you
New storyThe sky was a violent blue that dreary afternoon. Kleric High was just about to let out, releasing its prisoners to play in the cool sun. She stood on the roof, looking at the cityscape in front of her. A breath of air graced her cheek, brushing her hair aside as if to ready a kiss.
Turning her back towards the city she loved, she closed her eyes, letting the wind hold her breath and her thoughts.Time crawled on hands and knees as if pardoning her from her next action. She tiptoed back, heels over the edge, seven stories of emptiness beneath them.
The bell rang, signaling school's long awaited end. Carefully, she leaned back and fell, long hair floating around her. Faster and faster she slipped through the nothingness. She opened her arms wide...
Whistfully it flows.
A sad memory glows.
Whisper to me.
Remind me of my distant past
Rather than my future.
Hover closer to the secrets hidden from me.
Tell me the truth,
Rather than feeding me lies.
Shadow-tailed ButterflyYour tails seem to haunt me
Even in my dreams.
You cling to the walls of my head,
Like that of a flower's petals.
Your eyes seem to appear out of nowhere
And frighten me with their look.
Oh, shadow, shadow,
Just leave me to my own.
Stop haunting me with your tails
And glitter, sparkle, shine.
FrostThe sky, with clouds dancing in and out of the sun’s light, was a frozen blue. The snow crunched beneath my feet as I continued across the tundra. Well, it wasn’t really a tundra; it was my front yard, but it seemed like a tundra sometimes. My breath frosted as I exhaled, then I heard someone shout from behind:
“Hey! Wait up Rachel!”
I turned and saw Trevor hurrying toward me. He looked funny, his feet sometimes getting trapped by the snow on his way. I had to stifle my giggles as he almost fell over.
“Going to the store?” Trevor asked.
I nodded. “Yeah, Mum wanted me to pick up some eggs.”
He rested a hand on the back of his head. “You need help carrying stuff back?”
I shook my head and smiled. “It’s only a cart of eggs. I think I can manage.” He looked disappointed with my response so I added, “But if you want to come with me, the walk will be less boring.”
His face lit up. “Ye
Sara and the Lost Swann - Pt 3 “Well that was a nice little chat wasn’t it Sara?” Emerald remarked as she used the hand which wasn’t clamped over my mouth to end the phone conversation with my dad, having just made her demands.
“Ggggttt yyyrrr hhhnnndddsss fffffmm mmmggg!” I demanded through her palm, my brown tresses flying as I tried shaking her hand away from my mouth. My hands had been bound palm to palm behind my back with strong white rope, with more looped around my ankles biting against my exposed calves. All I could do was stare daggers at the crime heiress as she smirked irritatingly at me.
“What’s that Sara?” she taunted as cocked her head, pretending to bring her ear closer to my mouth. “Going to make some kind of defiant quip? Some kind of insult followed by a threat about what will happen once you’ve escaped? Go on, let’s hear it.”
She pulled her hand away, and after
One Bad Day Part 1 “I don’t understand,” Emiko Urasawa said. It was midday Friday at Happy Feeling Co. and the young woman was in her manager’s office. He had called her to his office to discuss some important business with her.
“I’m sorry,” her manager said, “But that’s how things are.”
“I came up with the concept,” Emiko said, “I pitched it to the higher ups, I helped with assembling a prototype, I helped with the scientific equations & processes to make the ray gun work, and I also helped with promoting and testing it. It’s… it’s the highest money making machine our company has produced in nearly a decade.”
“I know, but I’m sorry. I appreciate all of the hard work you put into it, but you are being passed over for a promotion. Maybe next year.”