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The Merovingian Prince: Prologue
The little boy ran, his bare feet exhausted and torn by the surrounding thorns and fallen sticks. His breath came in sharp rasps, the blood spilling out of his arm mirroring the tears spilling out onto his cheeks. The sounds of heavier, faster footsteps gaining from behind forced his burning limbs forward. He looked back in fear, only to see the shadow of his tormentor quickly closing in on him. The little boy pushed his legs harder than he had ever pushed them before, but it was still not enough.
A sharp pain in his back threw him to the cold, hard ground. He could feel the warm rush of new blood spilling over his tattered shirt and t
Living in the MomentThe scene was perfect that autumn day
The trees their varying orange and gold
The water below reflecting the calm blue sky
The crisp chilled air filling our lungs
And your hand gently grasping mine
If I could live in just one moment
I would choose that day on the swing
Lying there on your shoulder as we talked
The breeze tossing our hair about
Forgetting all about our worries
If I could live in just one moment,
I would pick that moment with you.
*Skeleton Leaf*Skeletons in garden rubbish
Hard to believe they did flourish
Fallen leaves, surrounding trees
Gentle patterns blown in breeze.
Delicate vision of lacy leaf
Looked in amazment, disbelief
Beautiful, belonging to yesteryear
Nature at work, have no fear.
Time to lite, clear the ground
Smoke filled eyes as flames abound
Nature's magic has come full circle
'Till spring appears, thinking Myrtle.
KawaYou told me water
Ran only in the summer
When wind currents stormed.
How can that be if
The earth always rotates and
The wind always blows.
*Fairytale*Took a magic carpet ride
Full of excitment we did glide
Over sea to far off land
Where wizard with wave of hand
Showed us worlds of fantasy
Adventure and of mystery.
Went sailing on 'Spanish Main'
Treasure chest so tightly chained
Jolly Roger hauled up high
Prow of ship with beak and eye
Captain with a wooden leg
Swigging brandy from a keg.
Sinbad the sailor next to meet
Very kindly he did greet
Glad to show us his domain
Here we go.... to sea again
Ocean heaving, lost sea legs
In borrowed clothes, sailor threads.
Flew eastward sadly Aladdin was out
Rubbed the lamp, with major doubt
Genie erupted with ferocious shout
Aladdin had serious ma
Watcher of the NightHe waits in the shadows
Watching and learning
Trying to resist
His unconquerable yearning
An actor of rare disguise
Covering half-truths with unfinished lies
His plans twist and turn
Taking years for fruition
After which he disappears
A forgotten apparition
While lesser men succumb
To the beckoning temptation
He stands regardless
Steadfast by his station
Vigil of the darkness
Watcher of the night
Countless men have tried
To evade his inhuman sight
He is the sum of his fears
For he chooses what he wants to be
He has uncertainties, he has doubts
But is afraid intentionally
He tends the shades of the mighty
And the shadows
Levender EyesI slink on the boat
To the river Styx,
Charon cackles, bobbing his head,
Coal waters pull us away.
“Short lived,” my guide rasps.
Pincers implant themselves in my iris,
My eyes pop like turquoise cherries.
Eyeless ruts breathe out dust,
My lips part, I vomit moths.
Look lavender eyes.
My chest cracks open
Rickety doors on rusted hinges.
StoriesCurious by nature
I seek adventure
Even from my motionless dreams
I feel the thrill around me
As an artist and a creator
As a reader, a watcher, and a listener
I feel every piece come right through me
I feel every word try to tell me something
That they don't really mean
I feel hungover
Mainly by the mystery
I feel every tale
And every other word in every story
I try to look closer
I try to grasp what's out of my reach
In the end
All I see are other people's stories
All I feel are other's emotions
By the time the rest of the audience has gotten over it
I sit here still feeling
I sit here wonderin
Changing LanesChanging Lanes.
Change is continuous.
Adjusting may be strenuous.
Some directions will be tenuous.
Not everyone can afford to be generous.
Life may have forced them to become selfish and venomous.
All we have are memories and pictures to remind of what once was.
They're there to remind us of all the phases, the pain and the love th
CeruleanEven the waves had been tamed,
and nature lost its classical romance,
when the waters asked permission
to darken and hold the sands.
Time Is The Cure
Time Is The Cure
Right hand of destruction
Left hand of creation
It's a never ending cycle
A fatal revival caught in a downward spiral
I tear down realitys mask
As I build up a truth to give hope a chance
The veiled darkness decays
The guiding light fades
I let go of an old pain
As new tears wash it away
The sun always rises
The moon always sets
The rain subsides
The storm is put to rest
Clouds confide / Memories detest
Skies collide / Cries confessed
Light shines / Dark regrets
Pain hides / Peace professed
A new day awaits
An old night forgotten
Tomorrow I shall awake
To cradle what remains unbroken
I can't erase my mista
What would you give?
reign on earth
Unconscious Epiphany.Unconscious Epiphany.
I thrive and depend on your compliments
And it is only then as a direct consequence,
Am I truly able to write with confidence.
Even though your words are only temporary.
I deem your contribution as utterly necessary,
In order to refresh my wavering, selective memory.
My own validation depends on your approval.
Whether it is congratulatory or discouragingly brutal.
Your input is the one thing that is most crucial.
Can I call myself a writer if I don't believe in myself?
When I constantly seek approval from everyone else?
How can I then expect to make any sort of wealth?
Of a craft and skill I still think any
Pathway to HellFreshly torn skin,
Hangs from the limbs of
Still dripping black blood
Of the innocent.
Billions of heads
Lined down my pathway.
I look to see if they are watching,
But in replace of the eyes
Are just empty sockets.
At the end of my path
Lies a throne
Made of countless human bones.
I sit and wait patiently,
In my royal chair.
The bones come alive,
As a set of hands
Rips open my chest,
And steals my heart.
It dissects me, just like the others.
This is it.
I’ve made it to hell.
Hope... an ode to Newtown
Soon this old world will come to its end.
Yet worry not, for then, only then,
can peace and love forever endure;
a new world of hope, its coming is sure!
Never to sorrow or cry out in pain
for the loss of a child, ever again!
The blessing of Jah will make all things new.
Yes, I want to live there, how about you?
So the doc said to him
"You're looking too thin,
to fatten you up is a must!"
It was not on a whim
that the doc said to him
"Our goal is eight ounces or bust!"
"Gained eight ounces how's that?
And in less than a year!"
But the doc just frowned and he said
(and I quote...)
"You are now way too fat
you must diet I fear,
eight ounces must go or you're dead!"
"Now look doc" I bellowed,
"I'm up then I'm down,
it's way too confusing for me.
(so listen up...)
I'm an average fellow
now please leave me alone,
I'm as healthy as I need to be!"
Doc just let out a sigh
and said "Go your wa
The toad that wouldn't leave
What a romp we've had the party was great,
the dancing, the song, and the cheer!
But right about now it's getting too late
for more food, more fun, and more beer.
Soon all the guests say their final goodbyes
and say thanks, give hugs, and the like.
The last two to leave are Sal and her guy,
time for cleanup, a bath, and goodnight.
As I climbed into bed I felt a strange bump,
it was warm, kinda lumpy, and weird.
I pulled down the sheets and here it was Hump,
a friend, an old buddy I'd hired!
Now look Hump I said the party's long done,
they've left, we've bathed, now we're tired.
Can't you see that it's now a quarter past one?
Affirmation (Dreams of a Prince)
The days come and go as the earth spins around
and my life moves along to its end.
But while I am here I will stand on my ground
and fight for my family and friends.
I believe in myself and in what I believe
but at times I find that I'm stuck.
I want to do right but my thoughts make me grieve
when I think of all my bad luck!
Then at night I lay down and fall fast asleep
while my dreams swim around in my head.
I have to admit that my dreams can be deep
and quite often they fill me with dread.
Still, I know deep inside that I am who I am
and that nothing will cause me to fail.
to be a just and good king is part of my plan
The Tormented Clown
They'd come far and wide to see him perform,
for him to be careful just wasn't the norm.
He'd flip and flop and then roll on the ground,
he'd do crazy stunts when they were around.
The smile on his face was painted for them,
he loved to get laughs, all eyes were on him.
But when he was done at the end of the night,
He'd go home to his bed and turn on the light.
For at night there were ghosts and shadows to haunt,
he'd hear voices call out, it's him they would taunt!
If only they knew what his life really was;
a tormented clown, wouldn't that give them pause?
Flying through the sky on your mighty horse Sleipnir, leading the Wild Hunt, inspiring awe and fear. Or did I see YOU flying through the skies with your reindeer, led by Rudolph, hunting for chimneys?
Are you the Allfather, or Father Christmas? The god of wisdom, or wise old St. Nick? Why did you sacrifice one of your eyes, was it for knowledge and glory? Your poor vision requires that you now wear spectacles, does it not? You were bearded, old and gray then; you have not changed! Your long blue traveling coat has been replaced with a red one. You always insisted on wearing that crazy old hat, you still do.
We do so wonder about Frigg, you
BailoutThis work of fan fiction contains characters, ideas, situations, and places found in the Hasbro Studios series "My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic". No infringement of copyright is implied by this work of satire and parody, and this work is meant as a celebration of the people involved in the creation, development, and production of the series.
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