Dawn is coming,
Hail her with bows
Dawn is running
Through the fields of cows
Here comes Dawn
With pink tresses glowing
Here comes Dawn
Like fire every growing
Though she be but little, she is fierce – William Shakespeare
Dawn is coming,
Hail her with bows
Dawn is running
Through the fields of cows
Here comes Dawn
With pink tresses glowing
Here comes Dawn
Like fire every growing
Sleeping here, on my mat
The sun streaming into my flat
It is hardly four yet already she works
Our never tiring mother, the sun
Look at that little tree
All withered and sad
Framed against the sea
Doesn’t it make you glad
That you are not a sea tree?
Wind instead of rain
Tears and yet no pain
Dirt tossed upon a coffin
Where in lies a body
Of a boy, and where in
Lies the pieces of my heart
And the pain that nobody
No child, should ever be a part
And yet here we stand,
Children, mother, and father
Beside this sacred land
Where in your body shall rest
Yes, here we stand,
Beating on our breasts.
Welcome to the show,
Come on stage, little star!
(Welcome to the show)
Dance to our guitar
Crouching down and setting Nika between my legs, I grabbed Rurik’s jaw and pried his mouth open. Putting three fingers into his mouth I fished out the body of a bug—no, spider?—and discarded it.
Continue reading “Tears and a Starlit Sky, chapter 2: Endless Walking”My tiara slid forward, tilting into my eyes, and I regretted not having cast it aside earlier. Shaking my head, I threw it off. Metal clanged against rock somewhere below, an echoing sound which seemed three times as loud as I had expected. Shaking, I struggled to find another handhold on the rocky cliffside. My hand found a sharp outjunt and I grabbed it, pain blooming in my hand. With a gasp I yanked my hand back and tried not to cry as warm blood ran down my palm and dripped onto my pink summer dress. Closing my eyes, I took a couple deep breaths, then opened them and slowly began climbing, ignoring the stinging pain from the gash as it was pressed into dirty rock.
Continue reading “Tears and a Starlit Sky, chapter 1: To Endless Wilds”(Kilada’s Lament) A poem written by Isaiah, may his soul rest in peace
Continue reading “Evitak Ulkiladaaler Antrindemer”Such numbness such silence
As I sit upon your chair,
Surrounded by your stuff
All packed up in boxes.