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?
Author: MissionSparrow
The Burial
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
Welcome to the show,
Come on stage, little star!
(Welcome to the show)
Dance to our guitar
Tears and a Starlit Sky, chapter 2: Endless Walking
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.
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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”Evitak Ulkiladaaler Antrindemer
(Kilada’s Lament) A poem written by Isaiah, may his soul rest in peace
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Such numbness such silence
As I sit upon your chair,
Surrounded by your stuff
All packed up in boxes.
The Nothing
A reflection on Quiet
Quiet fills my soul, no longer grief is king
Peacefulness shall give me wings
Upon which to fly among the stars, my whole
World composed of glistening, twinkling light.
And above all the quiet and peace is the moon
With its pale and loving, ever calling gloom.
Night fell
As night fell and the world began to drowse
You also fell, fell into an eternal slumber
And as the night came in full force
Your death came harder, faster, more painful
And night fell, and you fell, and both
Now rest in what seems to be forever
But ah, you shall rise again, on the last day,
And as you shall rise on the last day the morn
Shall come again and rise victorious for
Us still here below once more