Petals AflameFlowers Aloft, Petals Aflame
Upon the fields of cloud
Grow the flowers with colors loud
Rustling with sultry leaves
Lying upon these clouds I grieve
Sleep, yes--I must
To escape the prison of your lust
The flowers with thorns
Snag at my heart frayed and torn
These bright petals hurt my eyes
Burning with the embers of your lies
Burn -- yes -- I know
How I can escape these flowers sown
Yes, these petals can catch
The tongues of flames
Lick upon the flowers of where this pain came
Burn, cloud, burn
Once you're gone I can discern
Why I love this fire
Of burned-out desire
This piece of sky is aflame
With the field of where our love came
Crimson, fly. Yellow glow
From this piece of sky I have flown
Soul of the Mortal DemonEntrance of the Mortal Demon
Rynn Episode 1
Rynn paused upon the doorstep of the home and gazed up. It looks so quaint. She sighed and then chuckled. Just how I remember it.
She put her hand to the screen door, pausing. Its in there. Perfect.
Opening the door slowly, she moved her hand toward the inside doors knob. What sort of reaction do I hope for? Rynn thought slyly. Shock? Love? Hatred? Perhaps theyll ask me to stay for dinner.</I> She turned the knob.
Damn, Rynn said, dropping her hand to her side. She looked in through the doors window. No lights. No movement. No life.
Well, thats even better, Rynn smiled. I actually had no game plan in the case those humans were around. But the reaction still would have made up for it.
She put her finger on the lock and pressed upon it. She felt the lock give and pushed open the door.
Knock, knock, Rynn chuckled,
A Lady in the LightA Lady in the Light
The moon is mocking me tonight
It sits there slyly smiling its light
Its face so full fills me tight
My fingers must feel flesh so soft
Eyes seek for someone singled, a readied craft
This lust needs loosed, let out aloft
New companion now come, carry me away
Away from the fullness -- feeling the decay
The decay of damsel delicateness, making me sway
Lead me back, make modest this beast
Well taste upon tonight this lust in feast
Dousing lust in lost love released
But so soon the sunrise shall cause me flight
And moon so mocking melts in its light
With it goes my gaudy guise of lusting delight
The fullness of fiery hunger fled
Lonely leaves me only to lie my head
Next to my husband in our marriage bed.
The Monster's Suicide NoteThe Monster's Suicide Note
Throw your earnings, in appeasement
They satisfy not the beast
This animal holds no measurement
It lacks all sense of worth
Throw your words, like daggers
They wound not the beast
This animal holds no feelings
It lacks all human emotion
But today it has been weakened
By the single passing moment
It glanced at a mirror
And saw those words in its visage
You are a monster!
You take all and give none!
You deserve nothing!
You have no soul
Wounded, it limps
Toward your sword
Though, it has a message first
A single gift to tell
Father, I am yours
You claim I deserve you not
I saw the mirror
You are right
I deserve not the blood of yours
That flows through me
That gives me life
But you can take what is yours from me
I will no longer be your beast
I will take your sword and destroy myself
Before I can take any more
I will give you back your blood
Look me once more in the eyes
Even though I look into death
I have no tears
It's true, I must have no soul
I am you
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