Brevity, clarity

Things desired

Succumbs, enfolded

By the fire

Copper-green

Iron-red

Soon enough

We'll be dead

Overgrown road

Lands, rusting

Dead inside, yet

Still living?

The clock struck midnight

And down went the axe

The pumpkin, glass slipper

All that was left

The clock struck midnight

And it all disappeared

Ball gown, carriage

Nothing is left here

The stars are old

And the day grows cold

And the cards all fold

And the twisted darkness grows

All that is left

Is a piece of glass

Worthless and obsessed

She runs far away...

--

The clock struck midnight

And the lone werewolf cries

Left and so lonely

He wonders if it's time that he should die

Glass shards cut into

Every piece of youth

He underestimated the

Things that love can do

Forever destined

Denied his family

The only hope

Has run away barefoot

If he wishes

To catch his Alice

Then Romeo's gotta

Run far,

            far,

                 far,

                     far away...

A cacophony of shadows, and all I feel is fear. 

They're closing in on me. 

One step at a time.

There's a drum in my chest.

Beating at a wild, uncontrolled tempo.

It gets louder.

Faster.

I feel it in my head.

In my ears.

Wrists.

Fingertips.

They back me up until I hit the hard, jagged press of the cave wall behind me. 

I feel the cold seep through me.

A shiver runs through my body.

All I see are a dozen pairs of malevolent eyes floating in the inky blackness. 

I feel their shadows on me.

As cold as ice.

I shiver again, involuntarily.

I close my eyes.

I await my death.

My rebellious mind thinks

"The end is nigh"

This is not

A cacophony of shadows

And all I feel is fear

Listening to the howling wind

As my fate draws near

Deathly silent, deathly cold

Waiting in the wind

Thinking of the places that

I could’ve been

Footsteps, voices

Who the hell are you?

Let me be where I am

Suffering from the truth

Warm arms, soothing voice

And all I feel is grief

I am such a sinner-

How could this ending be?

A cacophony of shadows

Weaving into tunes

A harmony of whispers

Beneath the silver moon

I stood upon the pedestal, my hand placed on the book and the words flowing from my mouth smoothly, perfectly. They loved me.

"Congratulations, Ms. Erwin!" Mariel said excitedly.

"Are the preparations for the party complete?" I asked.

"They're good, ma'am," Oksam replied smartly.

"Hurry along and get ready," I said in a friendly manner. "Look your best!" I pulled my cheeks into a caring smile.

Once they left, my smile vanished.

I stalked back to my room and loosened the hinges, pulling myself apart.

Loose screws and knobs littered the floor.

"Fools. They're all fools, those humans."

I laughed.

I am the servant, you are the prince.

Destiny divided pitiful twins.

One to the high, one to the low.

But when we're all dead, where do we go?

You prayed for God

But look who came

A monster whose eyes

Glowed aflame

There is no kindness in this mortal's world, only greed.

Heaven lies beyond this door, but no key to the lock exists.

Whatever happens, realise one thing. This is your fate.

I may be small, but I have a big shadow.

when it's not really about Christ

and the slogan heard most isn't "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen" or "God Bless" but rather "Batteries Not Included"

so the only time people ever mention God is when they check the price tags.

when no one is ever happy but really everyone is full of joy.

An advocate of affection

The ambivalent drops

Rain down on us like

Artificial tears, which

Seems to me like a show

Of audacious empathy from the heavens

Aqueous hands caress flesh and film

Staining and cleansing at the same time

Pouring down in a biblical deluge, yet

Soft and fragile, seeking the warmth of hands and leaves

The summer sky is a full sea of sapphires

Much opposed to the spring scene,

A pallid and pellucid setting for the angels,

The fragile clouds that dance fleetingly in the sky

With patterns of fish scales and cotton candy

It breaks the glassy fingers of winter’s frosty fist, one by one

And lets forth the beauty of true sunshine, at last

Accompanied by droplets from those marshmallow clouds,

The rain pours down in all its ferocity and kindness

Sweeping over the land in a powerful storm of white and grey

Now bringing with it hints of a brighter blue

The sky, formerly pristine and clear,

Has now been swept into a tantrum,

Shaking puffy grey fists at the darkening sky

And willing angry tears to come forth

Splattering all over the earth and the fields

Not yielding, not stopping

Until the sun peeks out and whispers,

"Hello there, don't cry, please..."

The water stops flowing and the dam is closed.

And the periwinkle sky returns, cleanly washed by a shower of crystalline pearls.