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Tainted aura swells in sky
While a bitter breeze howls,
Caressing temper of the night
And rage of winter's rise.
Frenzied chills sweep the land
Icy fingers drumming
Pounding through the earth.
Swift, the creatures cower
Away from the careless reign
Bellows of the storm demand
With fall of icy drops,
That all willows sway and dance
And welcome Winter with bare branches.
Craters dotting weathered earth
Hollowed by the thrumming rain.
Clouds retreat in newborn lull
And clear to open sky.
Grey and weak, the storm submits
With whistling windy sigh.
Quiet pattering, gentle
Slowing with each drop,
... Until the sky --
Monarch of Sun
Runs out of tears
And let forgiving rays
Shine once more.
The VulturesIn cheerless gloom amid winters sky,
A pair of thieves hurry by.
On tilted wings they are disguised
With grey plumage, against grey skies.
Draped in cloaks of darkened feathers,
Reflecting a heart of purest black.
Questing on the trail of death
Scavengers waiting to attack.
Silent as they beat their wings,
To hear the struggles of the stranded beast.
Shrill cries of triumph fill the air,
For this promises to be a filling feast!
Calculating eyes, intent with greed,
Peer down with a hungry stare.
The wicked figures circle round,
Relishing their victims despair.
As the dying creature shudders and draws
Its last wheezing breath,
The frenzied fiends swoop down upon it,
Their cruel beaks tearing flesh.
They retreat at last, their drab cloaks stained,
Mottled with crimson from head to claw.
The hunch-backed villains of the plains
Dissolve into darkness once more.
The Magic of DawnFiery hand engulfs
Awakening earthen floor:
Sweet dawn has arrived.
Sweet birds trill with joy,
Sounds like whispery honey...
A song-filled sunrise.
Shadows cast away,
Clearing the air with sun rays,
Unveiling the sky.
Gentle blush of pink
Paint the world with pastel inks,
Raising warmth and peacefulness --
The magic of dawn.
Kiriban for Rachy :DBella,
Here I stand beneath the stars
The ones outside your window.
Though I lament from afar,
It is those same stars you see.
Are you looking out into the sky?
Weeping to the night?
I cant stand to see you cry,
Your tears linger with me.
Keep waiting by your windowside,
I promise Ill return.
For with you my stony heart abides,
And in your hand, its key.
I long to hear your voice again;
I wonder: can you hear mine?
Though I turned away and left, I send
My love, my sorrow, my pain.
Here I sit beside my bed,
Restless, hand pressed to glass.
Memories blinking through my head,
Of the topaz in your gaze.
Stars flicker out of view,
As a single tear spills
Glistening in darkness hue
From the pain of your last words.
I will never leave this windowside,
Searching the horizon for your smile,
Just one glimpse of where you hide,
To see you just once again.
How you could just fade away,
As if you were never there?
But know that you will always
Own my heart.
ButterflyForlorn upon contrary winds
Riding on a thread of blue
Always one zephyr closer
To the distance
Where the sun sets
And the peaks of mountains rise
The frenzied flurry
To escape from turmoil
From wilder gales
Returning to the horizon
Where the moon rises
And the snow darkens
A simple rage
A sudden surge
A blur of motion
A graceful arch
Destined for clear skies
The relief of warm haze
Descend from scarlet sky
Away from the settling dawn
Amidst the blooms and buds
Imprinting soft petals
To bask in wisps of sun
Another careless day
Lurking By You Side - Ch. 3Mickey stared intently into the orb and gasped at what he saw.
Something big and strong was sending ripples through the Shrukai Forest.
And it was heading for Hollow Bastion!
There goes another barrier
Selphie was on her knees, her pale face tear-streaked.
He must have dropped it by mistake, she told herself.
It didnt convince her in the least.
Riku had obviously dropped it on purpose.
But why? Selphie asked to no-one in particular.
She wiped the last of her tears away and began to gather the bits of glass carefully in one hand.
She had hoped that Riku would keep it in his room and cherish it forever and ever!
After all, it wasnt just a gift; it was a gift from her, Selphie.
Didnt he like the gift?
Was it too girly?
You have to impress him, Selphie.
As Minnies voice revolved in her head, an idea struck her.
Such a powerful idea it was, it made her drop all the glass in her fist.
Lurking By Your Side - Ch. 2Okay, Ill see you tonight, Minnie!
Selphie exited the room, satisfied with her heart-to-heart chat with the Queen.
Minnie was one of her best friends now, who she told secrets to and listened to advice from.
Just a minute ago, Selphie had been discussing her crush on Riku.
Minnie had told her that she would have to impress him and stop being so flirtatious.
This was going to be a hard task.
Selphie waved goodbye to Queen Minnie and flounced away, down the corridor.
She rounded the corner.
And her jaw dropped open.
Tiny bits of glass were strewn across the marble floor and Selphie knew instantly where they came from.
The glass rose that she gave to Riku.
Selphie could feel her heart being shattered into little pieces and joining the glass on the floor.
LIFT OFF! Chips voice shrieked over the walkie-talkie installed into the Gummi Ship.
The ship whirred to life and blasted off into space, leaving a cloud of dust and ashes behind it.
Lurking By Your Side - Ch. 1A consistent tapping sound echoed around the empty corridor.
Empty, that is, except for an imposing figure making his way down the hallway.
His leather boots clicked against the dazzling white marble floor, accompanied by the swishing sound from the black and red cape draped over his broad shoulders.
His once startling aqua eyes were now almost hollow with the pain and grief he had had to overcome in his short life. Even so, there was wisdom in them as if those eyes held all the knowledge there was.
The young mans face was etched with scars from previous battles, where he had won and lost. The long gash curving from his lip to his forehead was an especially distinct scar one that hed obtained from a fight with thieving Heartless not so long ago.
Slightly spiky blue hair hung down to his shoulder, brushing against his neck, which was also covered with countless wounds.
His journey through the years since childhood had been rough but here he was today, standing tall at
GeminiEvery step along the path
Ill be walking right beside you
Sharing thoughts and laughter
As your journey continues.
Youll never be alone.
If you seek a helping hand
Ill be there to get you off the ground
Through thick and thin
Ill be with you all whole year round.
Youll never be alone.
Dont need to say a word
I can hear you loud and clear
Even if youre far away
Ill be standing here.
Youll never be alone.
The Local Loch, August 2014 (27th), BI enter the trees.
Between the dozing leaves,
hugging canopy and soothing shade
I awe at a swan bathe.
Cruiseliner, white, pure, naked
graceful, living china.
Seven others chat by the hidden soil shore.
They see me, spread out ornamentally,
politely move away
and then fly
with curved ceramic blades
ready to pierce gravity’s oppression.
I've found Peace.
The Local Loch, August 2014 (27th)Prehistory’s iPad.
When light hit the water
a supernova dance of
scurrying dust swayed
in their amber infinite.
When the wind tapped,
the waves flapped their feathers
and spread into
a migration of curly black lines
on a child’s drawing,
choppy pattern after choppy pattern,
wave conforming to wave
into a wallpaper covering
algae, flotsam, dead bricks, dead stone,
until the irregular birds changed the flow.
Be it the duck that draped a dress
behind in a V-shaped groove,
or the pudding-plump coots
who gently honked, imprinting
flat bubbles on water.
They live in the reflection of Life.
Fringed by feathers like icy mountaintops
and dead fish bloated on pollution,
an Irn Bru bottle imitates the nature it killed.
An orange bread packet is ignored by the mallard
for the tragedy it brought to town.
It’s a flat town, a houseless town,
but still a moving community of
twig islets and breadcrumb empires.
Fringing on their utopia is us,
us standing still from dry grey pavement
...of a blissful HeavenEver dreamed of what heaven was like?
Maybe it's a wide field of evergreen grass
surrounded by the lurking forest trees,
where all you could inhale was the damp leaves on the ground
and pines from the trees above, an intoxicating smell
that leaves you high after the rainstorm
Maybe it's in an oasis located within a desert,
however, it is not scorching ablaze,
but it's warm and you feel your skin tingling
a whole new sensation is evolving inside of you
and the warmth wraps you up in a blanket of sunshine
Or maybe it's at the peak of a mountain
where you reign over the world on your solid throne of boulders
the invisible wind is your invitation of escape
and while the slight breeze passes by
you begin to shiver with an adrenaline rush
I could be wrong and you might be right, but tell me dear, what is heaven like?
I can feel the chill on her shallow breath
And the color's draining from her youthful face
She's bleeding out, I tell you
In red, yellow, and orange
And there ain't a single thing we can do
She'll want to be buried just like her mother
Laid to rest in a simple white coffin
No roses set on her grave
It's not warming
But it's final
Even as the rest of the world
Collapses into her absence
Perhaps she knows
Perhaps she's always known
Citron SunriseDimples accompany her smile,
like children opening their first birthday present
or wise women reminiscing.
Morning fog, sighing over the hills,
calling a lost friend.
Soft, unrelenting voice,
tart like lemon cheesecake,
softened by cream ravines
and crumbling mountains.
Canary wings in flight,
yellow haze seducing fireflies,
taking us away to
beginning and end.
RainLooking into the sky,
I watch every tear fall
ever so slightly from the heavens.
"Why are you sad?"
The sky answers with a thunderous boom.
The sun hides away,
almost as if it were afraid of the sky.
It's so cold.
I stand in the rain,
in wait for the sun to come out again.
In the meantime though,
I let the tiny drops of ice
shatter on my bare skin.
Warmth no longer exists.
Evening Windwhistling wind blows in the evening
it carries on the cobalt throne
the ghosts are singing in the winds
as Banshees gather dusk’s fell dirge
life in shadow and joy in night
subdued colours feed the mind
under stars the spirit wanders
as the rain taps gently down
clouds are dancing in the heavens
bringing life and liberty
can you feel the Goddess tremble
as she sheds her sacred tears?
Dear Crescent MoonWhy do you hide your sideways smile
Behind the darkened flock?
Casting hope to every mile,
For each shadowed tree and rock?
All the ones below your might
Wish upon your friends.
The countless dreams conjured at night-
Your departure brings their end.
You are the door between night and day
Royalty of the dark.
Crescent moon, don't shy away
'Til you hear the call of the lark.
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