Hawksky

His design is that of darkness His mind bent and torn The blessing of his empathy Scatters his heart with thorns The other is a poison Antlers reaching in the night He corrupted the empath And drained him of his light They are seen as friends Only the stag knows The truth behind it all A controlling thread is sewn He smiles in the darkness And twists his puppet strings The empath knows but ignores the signs He trusts in demon's wings The empath knows the madness That causes men to kill He has his own brand of mad It sits in his brain still He has a gift like those in stories But his is no fantasy It tears and breaks his happiness And st

The stillness in the air precedes An adventurous night with many deeds Good or bad, who is to know When a place is so very empty Quiet remains, still unbroken But the stillness is slowly fading A vine, creeping up its column In this abandoned place It keeps climbing, higher, higher Sprouting leaves and white flowers Other vines twitch, contemplating Breaking their stony state The flowers bloom into roses Other vines leap to race them Stillness dies as plants do rise Up their respective columns The flowers streak with red and pink And really, who is to think? Such a lovely place exists Yet nobody must see Fragrance fills the air The flow

In the forest where we now rest We should stay for eternity For rarely does such peace last For the likes of you and me Here we lay, backs against grass Discussing plans to leave I cannot help the protest Spurred on by what I believe Let us stay, I suggest In a voice hopefully heard Yet none acknowledge, none even protest Such a voice is always ignored The forest is truly glorious A sight to behold Perfect for us wanderers To shape and to mold Into a fitting home Yet none hear me, and thus we leave For supposedly better places I grumble and sulk all the way Hating how I’m never heard You do not notice, of course My angry, lonely form

Drops of liquid moonlight Gleaming silver among midnight blue Shining in the scarce light And dripping from the moon This is how the stars seem As they twinkle side by side Glowing in moonlight's beam And ornamenting our sky This is how I see them As I lie in the grass Hiding from the wrath Of the hot burning sun This is how we see them In this world of ours So let us not hide them With smoke and with smog For stars, in the light of the moon Light our way In our path of glory or doom So, please, let them stay

Oh! The brightness of the sun A warmth that makes us laugh and run As we joyously dance in the light We defy moon's dark night And rejoice instead in sun's kiss As it chases away cold's sharp bite And oh! See the golden rays Pink and yellow, orange and red The colors vary through the days As into beautiful patterns they blend Oh, my dear friend, let us lie in the grass And bathe in sun's warmth Try not to stare at the sun of brass But know it's here with us

On this day in the ice ice cold A maiden steps out of the forest Her feet are bare, padding silently through the snow A dress of thick fur hides her form Cat prints mark her path Formed by her soft human feet Fangs gleam in moonlight's wrath Claws and skin try not to meet She is a strange figure Walking from her old home The forest, where animal's calls and moans Are heard no more Beside her is her ghostly shadow A lean, prowling tiger It is her likeness, in a way It makes her eyes burn with fire For the maiden is no maiden The girl is no girl Her disguise, with every step it is fading Her strange beauty no longer a lure For she is a true hun

Far away in another world I search and search through the cold To see the fair maiden In her castle by the sea In this world where snow falls Never ending, it never stalls I search for my fair maiden In her castle by the frozen sea I search through forests with trees of ice Through cold cold caves devoid of light Through icy wastes haunted by Death And glittering streams, leading to the lake Where I met the maiden, my wife In her castle now, she i the last life For Death took the rest Dragged them down and up And now I wander in unrest Searching for my love I am dead, yet still here Stuck on Earth because of my fear That the maiden lays dead

The world is made of velvet The colors bright and bold I am alone in the firelight From the candle that I hold The light is beautiful, a bright gold Shining on the walls It makes strange, dancing shadows They are my only company here

It had all been a blur. A horrible cloud in the back of her mind that she dare not delve into for fear of breaking completely. Because Spike could not be dead. She had scoured desperately through her memories and determined that Spike would never leave her. He wasn't dead. Okay, so he was, but that was a vampire thing. Spike was not dust. He would be clawing his way out of the rubble any second now, and when he did she would run and shove him under some alcove away from the sun and hit him until he accepted her love. Then kiss him senseless because he was alive. She just knew it. Why hadn't he accepted her love? Years of insisting and atte

Sometimes I get lost And can't find my way Sometimes I cry Or just don't know what to say Mostly I just sit And try not to remember you Your white-blonde hair Your expressive eyes, so blue This fails, of course, you never leave Never leave my thoughts Never leave my heart And despite my reluctance, every memory of you I keep Your presence always stays Your voice whispers in the air Your fingers, playing as the breeze Stroke my golden hair And I know you're here, listening to my cries So, I plead you, stay by my side Weep with me Mourn with me As I raise your soul to the Heavens Oh, how my love screams I miss you