The CurtainMost every night I bask in light,But now my life is dim.For, on this Winter Solstice night,Your dull visage is grim.The gift you give unto the worldIs absent for a while;This bloodred blanket that's unfurledPrevents my usual smile.Your light of hope is hidden fromThe one who needs it most.You have to live, you have to tryTo clear this scarlet ghost.I need to see your light again;I need to know you're here,And, though the dark has come to reign,Please try to persevere.I plead that, with the Sun's return,I'll once more see your glowBecause I need your kind concernMuch more than you can know.
'Fairy Tale' in Six WordsFictional story in a fantasy world.
Incriminating WitnessIf she speaks tomorrow, I'll die.
OriginsI am from ice,From frozen crystals of frost.I am from the frigid fog of winter.(Insubstantial, unformed,Clarity obscured by confusion.)I am from an iceberg,Melting down and breaking apart.I'm from indecision and chaos,From choices and consequences.I'm from the don't-notice-mesAnd the don't-give-ups,From "Keep going!" and "Press on!"I'm from determination,Unstoppable and invincibleThrough Him who gives me strength.I'm from inspiration and ideas,Thoughts drifting through my mind like clouds.From creative writing prompts and poetry,Still thought by most to be fiction.In front of me were two roads;The future, hidden by time, andThe past, a blur of memories.I am from that simple choice,Between living for tomorrow,And living in yesterday.I took the road less traveled by,And that has made all the difference.
The Mountain BeastIf you're hot on the Mountain Beast's trail,You'll find that you're destined to fail.As you climb up that hill,To go for the kill,You'll notice you're climbing its tail.
CourageSir Valithor the Brave rode fast that night,Towards the angry dragon's evil cave.Along, he charged, 'til home was far behind,To save the princess from the dragon's lair.He rode throughout the night, until the dawn,And when he found the ugly monster's den,He charged inside without a second thought.Surprised was he, at what he saw inside;'Twas not a baneful beast with fiery maw.'Twas small and pink, without a claw or fang;Round eyes, it had, both soft and innocent!The princess, kind and fair, it sat beside;It made a fearful squeak when he approached.The monster, in his shining armor, drewHis sword and smote the paltry, helpless soul,And then the charming, dainty princess, too.Sir Valithor the Brave returned at last,To tell the mighty king the tragic taleOf how he stopped the dragon's fiery rage.The spineless knight, a hero he became.
DestinyA fairy tale princess will marry a prince,For that's how the story must go.Regardless of others who try to convinceHer that, if he had love, it would show.The poor peasant farmer has love in his heart,That the kindhearted princess won't see.For everyone knows that she must play her partWhen Prince Charming is down on one knee.She'll play with her hair,He'll stutter and stare,But that poor farmer boy has no chance.She'll drop every notionOf love and devotionWhen the prince asks her for the next dance.
Out of the Frying PanAlthough Bacon may sound rather tasty,Please, don't read his book - don't be hasty.It's quite tricky to do;It's like swimming in glue!In the end, you'll just look rather pasty.