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| On deadly, silent wings The Griffin hunts its prey It spies a deer alone Luck's with it on this day With a shrill scream it dives Down to its prey below The unsuspecting deer Is killed with just one blow It takes its kill back home To its nest oh so high And feeds it to its young Who have just learned to fly Soon all the food is gone So it must hunt again Back out the Griffin goes Scanning the rough terrain |
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| The Wolf stalked through the halls of hell On padded silent feet Towards the eternal fire he strode Fearless of its searing heat They thought to block his path To fail him on his quest But the wolf knew life was only a game And death the final test With a snarling howl, he slaughtered his foes And continued on his way If you try to stop him, It will be With your life that you should pay Written by Cara |
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| How do you know? How do you know when it's finally over? And the cracks in your heart are too wide to mend You no longer think of them as your lover Sometimes finding it hard even calling them friend You honestly thought it would last forever The naive ideals of a person in love Time spend together's no longer a pleasure And you yearn for something you no longer have Ask yourself when did it start to turn sour? That sweet nectar of love now a bitter draught If only you could remember the hour When their once funny jokes now don't make you laugh Is that when you know it's finally over? And the chasm between you has grown too deep When you wish they would go and find another And leave you alone so you no longer weep |
| Forever The shining scars of many tears Line her velvet cheeks so pale Dark hair stirring in the breeze Hand raised in mute farewell He knew she wished him well Not knowing if they'd meet again She finally closed the door Heart filled with exquisite pain For he rode off to war His life with her no more She knew the minute he was slain A mystic vision claimed her She's not see her love again Now his life was over Nothing else would matter Her daily life became surreal Broken heart would never mend Love no longer would she feel She wanted it to end With death her final friend She sat down by the dying hearth Her needlework forgotten His loss heavy in her heart Fears best left unspoken Dark thoughts now awoken Scarlet blossomed on her still breast Spreading quickly from the knife She had plunged in her own chest In her escape from life Forever now his wife |
| Cruel Thief She sits alone by the window Surrounded by her family And she forgets Forgets her wedding day Forgets her Grandson Forgets to use the toilet Forgets her name But she knows she should remember Dementia is a cruel thief Sneaking slowly and silently Stealing her memories Stealing her rationality Stealing her dignity Stealing her mind She knows she should remember A tear rolls down her cheek But she forgets why she is crying |
| Looks can be deceiving. Public Collected and confident, she greets people with a smile and asks about their family and health; the picture-perfect hostess. Private A lost little girl caught in a woman�s body, conditioned from birth never to show her true feelings, until she doesn�t know who she really is. Public Manicured nails carefully hold the stem of the wine glass, little finger pointed just so, as she chats about current events. Private She visits the technician weekly to cover nails bitten to the quick while nightly she sleeps with the aid of Johnny Walker, the only way to quiet her rebellious mind. Public Attentive to her husband, loving to the children. Women envy her and men wish she belonged to them. The ultimate wife and homemaker. Private Makeup covers the bruises she regularly receives while the children hide in their rooms to escape her screaming tirades. Valium packets litter the bathroom cabinet. The blank canvass of her soul; once having the potential of becoming a beautiful masterpiece is now a desolate landscape, barren of humanity, compassion and love; leaving an empty shell pliable to the whims of others. Looks can be deceiving. |
| The Burning Do you believe in God? demanded the man wild eyed, spittle flying, cross held high in his hands. Head tonsured, robes plain; a priest from the holy land. �Renounce your sins and the devil will flee.� The woman shook her head in disgust, �Are you too blind to see? If I don�t believe in your One God, how can your Devil possess me? Religion should be about love and forgiveness; sin, hate and death is only your business!� �See!� yelled the priest, �As God is my witness this woman before you openly admits to consorting with evil and of being a witch! For this she will burn, quick, bring me more sticks.� They piled the wood high as she stood at the stake hands and feet tied to prevent her escape. She stared back in defiance knowing it was too late. She called on her Goddess to quicken her death and as torch touched the wood she drew her last breath. So when flames licked her body, her spirit had left. |