Chapter 4- A feast of burning flesh The temperature rose steadily as the fire closed in on them. Ice walked up to Arya and unsheathed his sword. “Get ready,” he muttered in an undertone as the Xy let out roars and chanted war cries, their horn blasting through the tension. Arya nodded her sword ready to cut its way through to her freedom. Ice mentally weighed the odds and sighed. He knew it was fruitless to fight but he had no choice now. They were now entirely surrounded by both ...

Whence the ridge in the sky o’ped, Parted heaven ways like the drifting tide, Whence they face; fair, beauteous with jewels in thy eyes, Came before me and spake Ambrosia for my ears, thy orchestral song: Whence thy presence threw a relief upon my features Yearning, grappling for thy touch Whence hand extended, you lifted my being Wings heavy with gathering dew: And before ye I build an altar, oh sky Where the heavens play and Valhalla sways Upon the diurnal pinnace to where I fly! T...

Chapter 3- Crossed Paths. Peace was all that was eminent as the quiet woodland slept under the blanket of the waking sun. Signs of morning were seen in the heralds of approaching day- the blooming flowers stirring to blow their scent into the air. The morning birds took on the chorus of a song as the leaves shifted slightly to the soft breeze filtering through. The serene voice of the wind picked up and the twirling melody raced through the tranquil morning, “On the shore, We sat side b...

Wanderlust part 2 Those times where you wish you had a concrete reality, a set of rules that you would mindlessly follow, almost like school where they trained you to be lead and conform-I almost wish this was one of those times; I almost wish I had a definite reality to follow. Uncertainty, the unease you felt as a child is perhaps why I am now so…afraid? It’s a subconscious reaction- being forced to follow a bunch of petty rules was how I grew up. I was made to abandon my chil...

Wanderlust- part 1 A strange display of light emanated from above… It was blinding white, so bright that it scared away the shadows but yet it lasted for only a few seconds- those few seconds were an eternity when the whole world was illuminated in a sparkle of dazzling white, blinding white light. And while the shock registered another visitation revealed itself- a voice chaotic, distant and yet all around you…these four walls may crumble if they tried to contain the ferocity w...

The whispering hush of the trees above, Leafy gaps through which the sky watches- Suspension of steady ground, Motion, pure motion of leaving the world behind In a sweep of wind, and scent left lingering, The dark cascade of my hair trailing behind In dizzying patterns: echoes of sanctity obscured to the mundane eye The wind a symphony, I tear across the air; I glimpse a stationary world; it is only motion and I, Closer to the branches then swinging down below A sacred communion with some los...

Chapter 3- Crossed Paths. Peace was all that was eminent as the quiet woodland slept under the blanket of the waking sun. Signs of morning were seen in the heralds of waking day- the blooming flowers waking to blow their scent into the air. The morning birds seemed to take on the chorus of a song as the leaves shifted slightly to the soft breeze filtering through. The serene voice of the wind picked up and the twirling melody raced through the tranquil morning, “On the shore, We sat sid...

Life is such! It’s filled with situations which make you nervous and people have, though out all ages, found some way to release the frustration. Some people take to alcohol, sex, drugs, music, art, writing, chopping off other peoples heads (King Henry the 8th is a prime example) and in some cases pacing up and down the room and biting your nails. Our Clarissa falls under the last category- alcohol tasted bad, men were rather abusive when it came to sex (she was yet to find someone who ...

The city on clouds I built: Spires tall embracing the ugly smog within; I play God and build the chains, Punish- I am God so why cannot I Make you feel the pain of your mistake Make you slaver beneath the sun, the very chains of imagination My whips- delirium! Delirium ring the church bells Resonating a cacophony loud and maddening- Do you hear those hymns? They are the songs I sing To ease the pain of those burdened days When alone and broken I lay, with none to lull me to sleep But my taint...

The silence is ominous as the sun finds its way to light the darkened lands, The cloak of darkness is gathering its folds and the pleated laments Ripple in the rivers song, washing over the stones Which a child perchance threw, wondering where the unnatural lights Began and ended and the sound of his screaming mother and sisters Muffled in his ear by the Nix who soothes his worries with her lyre- He remembered faintly the face of his father, cobwebbed as the Flow of the river, he hears the ec...