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Wayless WoodsIt was a cool, misty day on the edge of the Wayless Woods. Annika sat up in her tower room, sighing as she watched to fog roll out of the edge of the woods down below her. As she turned away, she surveyed the circular tower room. Two chairs, two bookshelves, her dark blue bed, the high ceiling, and her desk. Annika was fond of her room, no matter how small it was. Annika ran down the circular stairs to the kitchen to fix something to eat before school. She opened the door to go collect some eggs from the hen house. The grass was cool and wet on her feet. Dew crunched under the callused lumps at the end of Annika's legs.
As she entered the dinky hen house, the usual smell of chicken poo almost knocked her back, but she carried on. In fifteen minutes, her basket was full of fresh brown eggs. Annika made her way back into the back door of the kitchen. Still no sound from her mother, like always. Annika shook her head as she cooked herself an omelet with peppers, cheese, and a glass of mil
Creature of DarknessThe dark night dies
As those so innocent come to play
Watch the sun begin to rise
And wish that I could stay
The sunlight startles my too-pale skin
And slam the window behind me tight
Fighting with myself deep within
For I am a creature of the night
Beloved's DanceIt was a cool night below the pale midsummer moon. In the very far distance, one could hear violins telling a story. Stars shone brightly in the deep blue sky like little diamonds on an elegant gown. Trees were swaying in the light breeze, their leaves whispering words in foreign tongues not understood. Even the grass in the middle of the wooded clearing was glimmering in the moonlight. In the farthest point of the clearing, there was a shallow pond, reflection the beauty of the sky above.
Two distinct, loving voices could be heard echoing through the woods. The females soft voice was full of passion and honesty, as was the gentlemans. Soon enough, the two found their way to the clearing, hand in hand.
Open your eyes. He whispered, as if to not disturb the beauty around him.
The girl was quick to oblige. Her jaw dropped as she took in the sight around her.
Eamon Her whisper trailed off in awe.
Eamon smiled at her, and led her out to the
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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