The MagnetThe Magnet
Prologue: A Glimpse Past the Sky
Ghosts. Its been awhile since Ive thought on the subject without it forcing itself to my mind. Normally I try to keep myself from thinking too much about my past: the sleepless nights, the terror, and the loneliness of my own mind and thoughts; but I cant help myself. I was cleaning the attic and found my notebook.
It was blue, though the cover was so worn its color was rubbed off to show plain white. It looked like the sky. I had caressed the black Sharpie pen words my childhood had written on the cover, Beckis Book! Keep out!
Perhaps I should have listened to my own warning, but right when I lifted my hand from the cover, it fell from its spiral wire to the floor of the attic. In the dim light of the dying light bulb the childish pencil handwriting filled my eyes, but in my mind I saw only my memories.
They were painful, those pencil words. Memories of a childs lost mind and broken tru
The Miracle of FlightThe Miracle of Flight
A miracle has happened
I have grown wings
With these I can fly
To where the Heavenly chorus sings.
I have freedom now
I can fly wherever I want
High in the sky
Along with the crow Ill jaunt
Though, I must ask myself
Why must I insist
Upon returning to my cage?
The bars I just cannot resist
Back and forth I fly
In and out of my prison
I enter, I leave, then back in again
This action, I know, lacks any reason
I close the door behind me
I lock myself in
The bars I lean against
Where has my mind been?
Was I really flying in the heavens?
Was I flying along with the crow?
No, its not possible
I dont have wings, that I know
But what is this
Lying on the floor?
Why, it is a feather!
Do I dare think it was a dream anymore?
Perhaps it wasnt
Maybe I should take a peek...
Yes, turn to prove I lack
The freedom that I seek
My! A miracle has happened!
I have grown wings!
With these I can fly
Alongside the crow to where the Heavenly chorus sin
Largely ApatheticLargely Apathetic
Ah, another day
That you storm into my room
I suppose Ive found a new irksome way
But why do I not feel a sense of Doom?
I suppose its due
Largely to the fact
That I give not a care for you
Well, no one said I had a sense for tact!
You storm in
You storm out
All you ever do is raise a raucous din
The same that any gorilla would be proud to tout
Youre horrible! You dont care! you say.
Well, Ill just have to agree
Because I most often stay
Sitting here apathetic, you see
But no matter how much you yell, you cant
Seem to get out the amount of rage you crave
I grow listless
Of your never-ending list
Of things that I do--that I must confess--
That make you angry, for reasons I lack the gist.
Whatever be your ranting reason
It always seems safe to say
That Im your problem regardless of the season
And its my character you like to flay
But what do you know about me?
I am a horrible pers
Man's ApocalypseMan's Apocalypse
The fire-red sky--
The clouds fall ablaze.
The crops burn
And the animals scream
The people nestle and cry
It's God's curse
These flames are
A dragon's wrath
"The sun has shattered!"
The people proclaim
"No, it is the demons of Hell!"
It is neither, sadly for them
The rain is aflame
Because of the people
Despair to your long-forgotten god
Dance your rain-bringing dance
All will just draw the dragon's eye
A hope to fight? Bah.
I am your child, and you are my parents
I am the flames
Try to quell me with water
Bring the whole river
I am the water
I hunger, I thirst
I shall devour all in my path
I am the dragon
Pray, dance, sacrifice
A blind eye sees not your futile offerings
I am your god
Use your technology-- Your metal machines
It's hopeless, I'll melt and destroy them
I am your invention
It's useless-- My pace is unstoppable
Upon your door I knock
I am inevitable
The Wooing of DeathThe Wooing of Death
Why smile, Death Angel?
My, you woo me with your wiles
with promises of paradise miles.
A place where I with wings fly
in a land that is the sky.
How beautiful, Death Angel.
You say my pretty face will be preserved
and no fatherly love will be reserved.
You say my earthly pain will be my joy--
Oh dear, you are ever so coy.
I ask, Death Angel,
Will the people who caused my pain
follow me to this paradise plain?
Of course not, you say,
The land is yours to be happy and gay.
I refuse, Death Angel.
For those who caused my pain before
are my friends and strengthen my core.
They are no less holy than I
So I refuse to have my soul fly.
Fly on, Death Angel.
Your words and lines
Cannot break my earthly ties.
My love is my pain
And each breath-- each heartbeat-- a gain.
The Forest of DespairThe Forest of Despair
Your eyes are darting
Your face is flushed
Your heart is pounding
Your morale is crushed
Your senses have failed you
The path you knew is gone!
So where are you to turn?
Within this darkness, you're done
You are without comrades
You have no helping guide
I have seen many before you
All of which have died
This is your death sentence
You will wander forever!
Lost in this land of death and terror
You're losing it!
You're losing your mind!
For you are another soul
The sun shall never find
For when you die
Your bones are mine to keep
The twilight is ever-lasting
You shall see no morning light
the darkness shall be your witness
For when you lose this hopeless fight
Goodbye despairing wanderer
The fates are so unkind
For you were just another soul
The sun would never find
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