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| Page 80 The Poetry of Terri Lyn Stanfield |
| King Of The World You're flighty and unpredictable All you want to do is play The consequences do not matter As long as you get your way You use people as if they were pawns And to you, that's all they are The means to satisfy your desires For you to use, then discard It all comes far too easy to you Minimal effort required Maybe if you had to work for it The value would be higher You waltz through life with a silver spoon And a kingly attitude You have not a drop of compassion You are arrogant and rude But there are limits for even you And when you have been brought low You will need a friend to help you through And you'll have nowhere to go You will be left hanging, all alone With no one to help you out And that is when you will discover What life's really all about Copyright � 6/7/2001 Terri Lyn Stanfield All Rights Reserved |
| Nightmare Part XXVI I read on, and I find my eyelids growing very heavy I fight the sleep, and continue reading From that night forward, Taryn never woke without injury Some more serious than others, but always there to some degree As I read on, it is getting so hard to keep my eyes open I get a cool, wet cloth, and wash my face That helps quite a bit I can tell by how near I am to the end of this journal, that my story isn't here That's disappointing, of course, but right now the most important thing is getting Taryn back Even though her terror is literally palpable in these last pages She remains lucid and mentally stable She was afraid, yes, but the fear never ruled her I realize that I am very proud of this woman I am proud to be her sister And through the reading of her words, I feel as if I truly know her I have come to feel an unbreakable connection with her An unshakeable love for her, and I know she feels these things for me as well And as Tara ponders these thoughts, the sheer exhaustion of the last few days catches up to her, and she sleeps Copyright � 5/26/2001 Terri Lyn Stanfield All Rights Reserved |
| Nightmare, Part XXVII Immediately the terrrors begin Nameless, faceless....horrifying The same as always, yet different Taryn is there, sharing in her terror They cling to each other as the nightmare gains strength Then, it's as if the terrors of the dream are stonewalled The dream is unable to intensify Blocked by the combined strength of the two women It rams into them, trying to grow Trying to consume them But together, they hold strong They can feel the fury of the dream master growing Becoming a force unto itself Trying to tear them apart And then the horror is there, manifest as a creation beyond description It takes hold of Taryn, and though Tara tries desperately to help her To maintain their connection Taryn's grip loosens, and she is dragged away And Tara awakes screaming Kalen bursts into the room, to find Tara covered in blood, and sobbing uncontrollably Copyright � 5/26/2001 Terri Lyn Stanfield All Rights Reserved |
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