life in hands
determined mind
shaking hands
screaming mind
almost now
nearing the end
wish you where here now
wish I could say goodbye in the end
goodbye
I whisper
goodbye
it's all a whisper
darkness falls
hope has fled
tears won't fall
when life has fled
Rose Wink
Copyright ©2002 Lori Bylinn Peters
That winter was long and bitter. The snow never ceased tae fall, the icy winds neve did calm. The ferocity of the winter storm that year has yet tae be matched, yet the anger in the weather foreshadowed what was tae come. The darkness caused by the cloaking clouds seemed tae show that th very land had a premonition of what was going tae come tae pass.
It was during this torrent of snow and ice that I came home tae MalaRune. I was six years old at this time, but I was nae ordinary little girl. I made the twelve day journey home from the temple of Selene, where I had been fer three years. It was the day I set out fer home that the raging blizzard started about the realms.
The journey was long and arduos. In all of mae experiences thus far, that time had tae be seemingly the longest. I was put intae a carriage at the temple that was tae take mae all the way tae the doorstep of mae home in MalaRune. We, the driver and I, set out on a clear day, but that day soon became dark and overcast. An odd gloom spread out around us.
It was the third day of the journey that the chilling winds and whirling snow began tae assault the land. The driver pressed on, those poor twin stallions, they were pushed so hard that day. He gave them nae rest at all, at the time I couldnae surmise why, but I find that answer later on.
He pushed those Ebony twins fer the next three days. It was on the sixth day of the journey that one of the stallions lost strength and stumbled, which jerked the carriage and sent it slidin towards the cliff. The driver yelled out and tried tae get the other horse tae halt the slide. His commands went unheard, and the carriage went tumblin down the cliff side intae the forest below, with a scared child trapped inside.
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Apparently hours later, I woke up in the twisted wreckage of that carriage, which for the whole journey had been like a prison tae mae. The door was mangled beyond belief, it wouldnae open. The roof was smashed in and was now the floor, as the carriage was upside down. There was nae a way I could get out, for I soon discovered that the carriage was magick resistant inside and out when I tried tae use a "Fist of Force" tae break free.
It was this which brought despair intae mae heart fer the very first time. I curled up in the corner of the dark and terribly twisted carriage and cried. I let all hope go then.
I was there, like that, fer what seemed like days. It was after this period of time that I first heard the sounds of movement outside, very near the destroyed shell I lay in. I feared the worst, and I can still vividly see him. This was the first time I had ever seen this man, but this would definitely wouldnae be that last.
The sound of metal shearing metal apart surrounded mae. The terrifying noise moved about mae in a circle, strikin terror intae mae. I screamed and cowered intae the corner of that half of the carriage as he peeled the bottom half of the it above mae off, much like splittin a coconut. As he tore it off I screamed again. The first bit of sunlight I'd seen in days blinded mae, his form was so large and muscular, the shadows created by the settin sun at his back made the sexy ripple of he grecian muscles even more so, but gave him a dark and foreboding appearance at the same time.
He turned and threw the carriage half away, then turned tae face the quivering child in the other half. He stood there, completely silent, staring at mae with a grin on his face. After the longest time, he reached in and picked mae up. His large hands and arms were both comforting and frightening as he held mae close tae his warm, taught body. He carried mae through the forest tae his campsite and layed mae by his fire.
As I layed there by the fire he gave mae some water, then disappeared intae the dark fer a while. When he returned he brought two large rabbits which he cooked over the fire. He gave mae some meat which I ate ravenously, he jes wateched mae with a smile on his face. His smile showed warmth, which was odd fer this terrifying man. It was then that I fell asleep by this man and his fire.
I woke in the morning tae find him saddling up his horse, all of his possesions already packed save fer the deep green blanket he has swathed mae tiny form in. I had had some very pleasant dreams which I awoke from tae find this. Twas still very surprisin tae mae that a man like him could be so kind tae mae.
Twas on the back of his horse, mae arms wrapped about his stomache, that I spent the rest of the journey. He was imensely kind tae mae, stoppin often fer meals and stretch breaks. I grew close tae this man somehow, though he never spoke a single word tae mae.
We arrived jest outside MalaRune finally. Twas then that he set mae down on the ground and patted mae head. He then turned coldly away and rode off. I walked the rest of the way in the snow, crying. I couldnae understand how this man I had come tae love could never have said a single word tae mae, and then turn away and leave mae without any more than a pat on the head. Fer mae, in mae heart, The Homecoming was bittersweet at best...
I'm your basic pair of blue jeans..you know the kind.... five pockets,folded at the cuffs...depending on the kid wearing them, and very definately worn in the knees and seat. I've seen more of the laundry than I care to discuss. Let's see..there was Tommy who thought my pockest were meant for his tiny cars,Mikey had this thing for rocks and then there was Jamie..he thought I was a zoo-keeper for his little animals.
I'm at the point where Mom will have to stitch my pockets.Who knows maybe I will finally be packed away..the rest would be good.Over the years I have seen friends get put in "the box" of outgrown clothes,never to be seen again..I hope that's my fate. Wait...oh no not that !!!!.. what's she going to do with the ruffles and lace?? Surely she's kidding those can't be for me !
Okay ...I'll let that slide....but not the bunnies jumping into puddles from my pockets. This can only mean one thing...Colleen Beth is old enough to wear me...Here we go again ! WOH!! can we get a sequel?::Grinns::thanks joy ok and now this should be a treat for you ladies and gentlemen a poem from a dear friend of mine here you go and now enjoy... Where do I belong?
The light is bright
Here comes the darkness through the light
In her right hand there is a curved blade which is carved with ancient runes of rhyming and mystic tunes
With a robe that looks so ancient but also looks so new it's hood reaches over her head and covers her body of nude
She comes here to warn me of death which is not soon as she says
Robert Couto AoL mail at:IcyVaporeon'@aol.com Wes again: Thanksw for that lovely poem robert I am shure every one will enjoy it oops not done yet here is another one by robert...
The cursed Dagger
Dagger's flesh
Dagger of my heart
My life is cursed
She has taken my life my only source Thanks robert
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This one is also from Lori better known as Rose Wink
Friends
I have no friends left,
they come and go,
yet never stay,
and here I am this day
Surrounded by people,
yet no one friend,
I see them moving 'round me,
never moving with me,
never see,
This one comes from a Beautiful inteligent woman I am very fond of named kery you can e-mail her at Aluralae devarin@aol.com you better be nice >.<
Salvation
The shadows gather
The shadows cling
They wrap around
This silent thing
It stands there
Emotionless
Completely aware
Of your curious stare
As the figure steps away
From the shadow's shroud
The darkness clings and melts away
It's eyes acloud
All the features hidden
By this blacknees cloak
To see it's face forbidden
Shrouded in smoke
What is this creature of darknees,
this creature of Damnation?
She is the light,
Your Salvation...
---Wes here again.Isn't she wonderful folks? lets all give a great big round of aplause to Kery! now dont be shy you can do it too send in your work and get your name out there just like kerry!!!
you people are slow 8P the wonderful kery has another offering this time a very special treat in the land of online role playing she has a character named alura here is the first chapter to her autobiagraphy....
Chapter One:
The Homecoming
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---me again Wesley Now I know this next one will be a treat to you all this lovely young lady is named joy and she can be reached at Thundapawz@aol.com I know you will all just Looooove her as much as I do so here yah are :)
The air is light
And the body's fear is full of fright
Now it is dark with no light
Here comes this mystical light out of no where
It gleams a mystcal light of ancient doom and also of
ancient fright
A long slender arm with a pale hand holds this light in the ancient latern of death itself
She warns me not to curse at death but life as well as life is the beginning of death
But there is an emptiness in her as seeming she is death
Had i fall in a trap for death as well?
But nothing seems wrong with death since death is the beginning of life as well
She does not speak but moves gently signing me to move on as well
Spirit is my soul
Soul is my spirit
Life is great but also whats beyond is the mystic
triumph that i belong
By,
Dagger's soul
The devil comes knocking on my door
Dagger of my soul
Devil's touch takes my soul
Which is not the worse
Which i treasure the very most
She is the demon the devil himself
Which he disguised his body of fiery hell
To trick me
To steal from me
To hold my loving soul
Don't trust what you see or what you hear
For dagger can be the devil himself
By, Robert Couto
