Baile Claith AgathaDarkness has come, needle in cloth within the shadow of the head
That shines only a perpetual darkness can do.
Forever falling a word in mouth. Only my grief can cover it
And cover it does. Neither saving nor destroying, always ever
Changing hue of color in perpetual darkness.
If all of the lights were whishing star, there will be none now.
I'm silent. The door has shut. The key is gone.
Baile claith agatha: The tangle of ropes devoid of evening star
Around my alabaster skin. The golden sun opens, but the door is shut!
They key in my throat but I dare not to speak for the fear
Of the darkling door. If all of the fallen embers were stars
The sky will be black. But silence swirled and love within pulsated:
Baile claith agatha.
Where the Wildflowers GrowThey are gone;
They are gone, fading
Dewdrops from the sky.
Only in dreams we will speak again
In the field where the wildflowers grow.
In dreams we will see each other again
And in dreams we will dance
Till the sun fall out of his red sky.
We will dance with the winds,
sing with the rains.
Under the sky where the wildflowers grow.
Only in dreams we'll ride the darkness away
And be at our hearts' content
At where the wildflowers grow.
For when darkness falls
We will rise to find the sun
Winking at us as we dance
Around where the wildflowers grow.
But only until then
When death do come.
We will tuly meet again
And be together as one, dancing
Where the wildflowers grow.
IshmaelShe flipped though the old diary with her quivering finger for the hundredth times. The sun streamed though the window and splashed on her face, age had framed her beautiful feature with wrinkles.
"Time for your medicine Mrs. Wiggins." the nurse, interrupted the light reading as she bended down and offered Mrs. Wiggins a cup of water and two pink pills. The old lady looked up puzzled. "Its for your heart Mrs. Wiggins, remember? The doctor prescribed it for you." A faint glint showed in her eyes as the old lady nodded and took her pills. The nurse checked the heart monitor attached to the Mrs. Wiggins to see that it is in proper working order. "Will you be alright Mrs. Wiggins? If you feel faint or a pain in your chest don't hesitant to press alarm button for help." the nurse advised Mrs. Wiggins.
The old lady nodded and faintly smiled at the nurse before she returned to the diary. The letters on the pages were fading with age and the stencil on the front page wrote out a name: Clara Wi
Adven. of Mischief and DelightIt was dark save for the moonlight shining like an eye in the night sky. A small fist banged on the door of an inn. Above the dark figure a sign, Laughing Dog Inn, hung quietly as the door swung open. The young hobbit stared at the stranger, "The inn is closed, come back later."
"No," said the stranger gruffly, "I have no other place to stay."
The ostler paused, "I'm sorry it's closed."
"Hm.. What do you expect me to do? Sleep in the ditch?" The stranger quipped.
The ostler sighed, irritated by the stranger, "Come in, its late! We don't want to disturb the guest." and led the stranger into the common. Fire was burning low, casting long shadows throughout the empty room.
Faint, but warm smell of foods still wafted though the room from recent activities. The hooded stranger wandered among empty tables and chairs before settling near the fireplace.
"Just to let you know," The olster said, " We don't serve alcohol after midnight."
The stranger lifted his hooded face a
Quoth the RavenI came and read Poe's
Of his Raven I laughed
Until a tapping behind me
At the night I drank acid
The day of all hallow eve
Of wild sighting I saw
Behold! A bird of devil's
"Go away!" I said
"If you of good evil,
Beheld of my window
Leave me be peace!"
Tipsy in my wild thought
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
"Dear be me! I beg you leave!"
Its face a grinning demon
Of unthinkable width
"Never! Never I drink again!"
I screamed and the glass broke.
Of holes in heaven's sky
I saw through the ceiling
of dripping paints
"Nevermore." quoth the Raven.
"Go back! Go back to grave!"
I begged, "Never to hear of again!"
So there it flew away
and what horror beheld me
Of the grinning raven
I am OF WeenusIf they come crawling and creeping
If they come to bed peeping
Don't you fret so
The Weenus has come!
The Orcs scream and flee
At the sight of me
Don't you worry
The Weenus is here!
The pretty eye
Blue as the sky
I am as you see
O! Great Weenus!
The long blond hair
I carry some air
Aren't I dashing?
The Weenus is fair!
I am Legolas
My fair lass
Come be awed by me
The Weenus is brave!
If you are in need
Your call I'll heed
But for now
I am OF Weenus! So GOOD NIGHT!