

AislingI see him standing before me in a field, surrounded by trees. His armor is stained in blood from battle. His mighty swordAisling
is sheathed at his side. He loods down at the blood on his hands. I walk to him
and stand under his chin. He smiles down at me and holds me tightly. At last, my love has returned to me. Through endless nights of waiting, he has returned to me.
A clash of thunder awakens me. I rise quickly from my bed. My quilt covered in my cold sweat. The rain begins to pour, thunder and lightning roam nearer. I


Pagan FireAll alone atop a tower, Waiting endless for the dawning hour. We sit and listen to the forming crowds. As morning approaches, We are covered in shrouds. We stumble and trip down flights of stairs. As the light touches us, We are met with icy glares. Stones and brick are thrown, But no tears from us are shown. I see my love across the street, Gagged at the mouth, Tied at the feet. I watch and cry As you are tied to die. The magistrate speaks and yells, Condemns us all to burn in Hell. The drums beat soft then loud. I look up at you  Pagan Fire


AuditionYour reflection bounces off the mirror and back to me. A mane of black cherry hair, twisted like a cinnamon roll to the back of your head. Toothpick like arms reach up over your head and down to your feet. Those small, pink toeshoes hiding years of pain, years of technique. Your long legs twist and bend, extend and contract. Your name is called, the lights turn on, the curtain goes up, and the music begins.Audition
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Stringing together a bunch of insults among a load of babbling was hardly effective... Maybe later in life, after you have learned to read, write, spell, and count, you will have more success.
~L~
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"Draco Dormiens Nunquam titillandus "
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