One grand horn stands shining alone.
A white mare shimmers when shown.
With eyes as old as time, legend, and space,
Secretly, it dances with each short pace.
Through the forest and in the fields,
Each beast and creature bows and yields.
Graceful, tender, innocent, and wild
The unicorn frolics like an eternal child.
A tail of a lion swings freely, joyfully.
Its forelegs of a stag balance wisely.
This eternal child is the Immortalis Unicornis.
Thrilling shine
Tenderly, Glistening
Where is the stardust?
So far
Yet, so near
Feel the stardust.
Precious in sight
Mixing with night air
Live amongst stardust.
Reaching high
For the light
Recover your stardust...
The beast spreads its wings for flight,
Into the darkness, through the night.
With its glistening wings and fiery, yet dark eyes,
Causes silence to rupture by fearful cries.
Scorching the crop-filled land with a single breath,
Villagers pierce the night with their screams of death.
As the flames singe those within its savage, violent path,
The dragon awaits, unhurried, for the aftermath.
Reality is confined within the subtle peace of the unforgiving damnation. Damnation within walls of shame, and the obscurity of the minds. Minds that are twisted and mangled beyond repair by the assumption of doubt. Doubt filled eyes stare at the reality bestowed before their view. View into the unequivocal but misleading perception into actuality, as we stand aghast. Aghast with pleasure for the unremarkable bliss we place ourselves within. Within are implications of expression for the damned. Damned by sins. Sins of the damned. Damned for the impish pleasure we become infatuated with.
With dwindling dreams we become hopeless. Hopelessness is the doleful meaning. Meaning replenished by dubious negligence. Negligence for others who find themselves to be infallible by belief. Belief is beyond truth. Truth is beyond belief. Belief of unmistakable questions. Questions with answers buried in misconception. Misconception decayed beyond life. Life is monotonous by choice. Choice deterred by stereotypical influence. Influence we choose to be gullible to. To be blind to the fact that reality is death. Death to those who realize the truth of the damnation.
Night Death
The night was still, but the breeze played and danced through the trees. Suddenly, the breeze disappears into the shadows as the grim face of death passes over the land, grinning . A death had occurred and chilled the night, sending shivers through the long, thin grass of the forest. The stars, respectfully, shined less bright into the night.
The dead broken body laid there, cells decomposing. Flesh-eaters lingered in the shadows, giving time for the flesh to weaken for the first bite. No creature dared rush for it all at once, for they would pay, with the taste of newly deadened nerves and tart bloody cells. Luscious fantasy would be bestowed onto the one who reached it, in time for the right texture. The carcass filled the air with a gruesome, irresistible aroma.
Out of the dark, with a bound, a being seized up the lifeless mass of flesh and carried it on its way. Dodging trees, it flew quickly to its own corner of darkness. Solitude once again came through the woods, as the hopeful creatures backed away, back into their dwellings.
Whimsicly whispering broken thoughts
Trembling with shakes of fear
You know not reality, only illusion
Cicumstance lurks in the depths of your mind
Tiring of sadness and confusion
Lingering emotions become actions
You know not the direction of movement
Reality is vanishing from around you
Vibrant emotions trapped by darkness
Life becomes bitter as you taste it
You know not the reason for discomfort
Vanquish the demons surrounding you
Happiness always comes in a small package. It was never postmarked to me. I wait at the mailbox, each day, awaiting a life that I mail ordered long long ago. why does it never arrive? The advertisement said "Ships when needed," well, I need it now. The coupon said free shipping for the kind-hearted, I did not have to pay it. It also said for those who have been at jumping off place, but have backed away, out of hope. I backed away, but still my order was not put through.
Why was I only sent samples of something I knew I could never have? Why do they tease me with something I really, truly need?