Fear
pulses through my body, reaching the depths of my heart. Whiteness fills my eyes, sweet voices and whimpering tones arise from across where I lay Where am I? the idea occurs with No answer. What happened? the memory, Lost. Who am I? I jerk my head up with no identity I find myself, whoever I am, under soft woolen sheets, crystal white walls surround me, trapping me, peoples cries echo from the light wooden door, “You fell off a roof.”
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The Righteous and The Malevolent
clear water, turbid water flows, no longer flows. radiating the harmony, harmony, the peace, peace. is no more. children play children do not play beside the river, beside the river. they sing, laughter no longer rings they dance, through the meadow. they laugh, footsteps, they drink. fall silent, in the dead grass. flowers blossom in the meadow, the stories are gone. while fantasies vanished, unravel. with the children tales of princes, who once of princesses, spoke of them. of victories, of love. the river forever more, has become the water flows. frostbitten. emanating harmony, no longer and peace. a sense of happiness, no longer the children play emanating harmony, beside the river. or peace. they sing, they dance, children do not play, they laugh, beside the river. they drink the clear, water. plunging,
descending, ever to be ensnared, by the gusts. slowly, guiding the path, through the sky. infinite realities it passes through. each the same, each different. rarely accompanied, yet always escorted. hues differ in all. albeit the destination, remains the same. forever falling, towards its home. a colorless flake, drifting, on its own path, through the wind. dancing, an eternal, dance. All those weeks,
sneaking out to the abandoned old house, eventually came with a consequence. I was infected. The unjust laws created by man put us in more danger, but we powered through. We’d have secret conversations in the seller of the market, where no one would find us. We’d play board games on the squeaky, rusting sofa. You’d tell me about your days in the Wilds, when there were no rules. The days when we could prance alone without authority to stop us. The days came when I changed. Yesterday was dead. But I stood proud and tall… even now. They still hunt me down. They still attempt the cure, but this doesn’t need curing. It needs saving, I will be the one to save it. |
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