Sorcerer’s spell

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Darkness in form

Like a sorcerer’s spell

Flames birth

With a metallic sheen

Shadows of white whisper left behind

Cut, cut, cut

Water made with snow dust

And into the needle it goes

Pressure encircling my arm

Quick little pain

Bulging vein

Quake in release

Quiet hopeful yearning

Rush to my head

Throbbing like a flooding river

Fire under my skin

Mind like a helium balloon

Hitch in my breath

Queer crawling itch

Chemical wizards command

My life feels better

Mariloth's Last Journey (Part 2)

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        The men had to talk it over, but a decision was made; They'd rob her, if she didn't have anything to sell they'd just have to find a slaver. There were six of them in total but only two made themselves known, slowly creeping from the thin shafts of light between the trees. The odor the men propagated was the first hint, like day old baig dung baking in the sun all afternoon, the second was their dirty faces and their wide grins; they were up to no good.

         "Well look what we have here!" The shorter of the the two said.

         "Don't she know this place is dangerous?" The other one said from her left.

         "Hey little girl, ya know, we..." he said flicking his thumb back and forth between himself and his comrade, " can protect you, for a fee."

         "There are wollars and grenmites roaming these parts, jus' listen." he said, as one of the men in the trees made a high-pitched sound vibrato into a snarl.

         "Ooh scary, now come one, shows us what you got, me an Lont here won't hurt ya, not unless we have to. Lont hold her."

         The two men lurched forward just as she started to run for it, she wasn't quick enough and one of the men grabbed her arm. Her foot came down hard, Lont let go to grab his left foot. She forced her body left and then right, breaking Shorty's grip. The trees were right in front of her now, just within reach. Thud. Black. Nothing.



  She woke in the back of a wagon, surrounded by hay and dirt, her arms tightly tied behind her back, her head throbbing like it was an egg and a baby tharn was breaking free. She felt Baby shift, tears welling in her eyes. Two other people, a small girl and middle aged man, were bound the same way. Next to the cart were most of the bandits; two on either side, and behind. Shorty and Lont were steering the baig driven cart. Up ahead she could see a large wall made of wood that cradled a hefty door. The door had men standing guard with tall pikes in their hands. She could see archers on top of the wall, arrows notched and aimed at the cart.

         The cart approached the wall and one of the men stepped forward.

         "You got you're papers, eh? I don't want to hear no excuses this time, no papers no entry Giravus."

         "Well you'll get you're papers when I get my coin, way I see it you still owe me fourteen dejuin, cough it up and you'll get you're filthy papers."

         The men grab at each other and draw their fists back, a moment passes, and the men start to laugh.

         "Open that grubby door of yours, I've got a market to get to, found me a little something special." He said jutting his thumb behind his shoulder.

         The man from the gate came around back, climbed into the cart, and looked at the middle aged man shielding the little girl. He smirked. His eyes darted to her, he could tell she was pregnant, his smirk grew to a grin.

         "Can I have a quick go?" he said as his hand touched her shoulder.

         Giravus thrust his riding crop across the gate mans back. "There'll be none of that, I have places to be."

         "But she's already spoiled, look, it's..."

         "No! Now open that fucking gate."

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The Victim

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Written on: 10/13/12

The cold is bitter,
Unrelenting;
It's teeth rip and tear at my flesh.
I have, no escape.
There is, no peace,
Within this existence.
The walls of my mind have frozen over,
All that's left, is for that sharp wind,
To shatter my mind. Keleidoscopadigm.

Similarly, as with everything else.
To become the dust,
Which, with the wind,
Becomes glass, and it cuts,
Buries itself within my skin.
Like the tortured screams
Crying from within.
If only such a weapon,
Could be turned against
All the vicious fools
Whose enmity I posses,
But I have none,
No tool, nowhere to run
I have but to endure,
Carry each scar like a gem encrusted necklace.

I have that curse,
It is mine to wear,
I would have it no other way,
But I would if it were there.
Such a contradiction does not exist,
But it exists within me, none the less.

I say this with certainty
For one reason only,
Those fools,
Who bear me such enmity,
Would not do such,
If they lived as I must.
As target, for their amusement.
And a stool, to stand upon.
Like the corner stones of old,
I am the foundation for their home,
A tower of torture, and pain, which deems;
I am the victim,
Hear my scream!

The Solitary Solution

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The shadow crept along the floor,
Ears pricked up as I heard that noise,
And louder, and louder in the darkening hour,
With intensity unknown by some phantasms power.
Such a shock to the senses with noises and glimpses
Of a ghost each time the candle light flickers.
Nearly missed me, with the grimmest of sickness.
Lifts up my fears, with the meekest restrictions.
Condemn the madness, with which it is positioned.
Seethed in the moments, between each constriction,
And exhalation, as each breath leaves me.
The warmth of my body, not nearly concealing
The cold in the room, which I find in my being,
And bearing in mind that my thoughts are reeling,
Feeling the chill, in the air, that I'm breathing.
So nearly the real thing, that I scarcely believe in,
Creep in my skin, like some poison I'm drinking.
When touched to my lips, as if death that I'm fearing,
Reach inside me, as no living thing can be.
Such a horror, to feel that harrowing perspective,
As a crop in the harvest seasons introspection.
Not nearly so strong, as the mirrors reflection
But as mimicked as a mime, in the crowds I live in.
Reaching in to feel the fathoms fleeing,
And trusting that I am not just a ghost,
Host to some passenger, who seems such a stranger,
And languish in anger, while the feelings escaping.
Solitude is in no way the solution,
But rather the resolution of my exclusions.

What lies between

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Written on: 10/13/12

Such an epic to see those living wonders
That I would carry them forever in my pocket
If I were able I would fold them up
And carefully place them while wearing gloves
Not to tarnish or stain their very presence
With that taint which exist with me inherent
I could see them now in that distant place
Like two worlds apart with no separation between
Not even a foot, or any measure distinct
Such beauty and serene scenes
Tied up with no word to discern them
Only comparisons from one to the other
Intertwined like oceans and water
Where one is hard and solid and bare
The other is incorporeal shifting and fair
While one is strong and monumentous
That by seeing its twin you'd think it victorious
But how can one win in standards not there
When in not one way can either compare
So if you ever by chance see a mountain so tall
That it wraps around the sky's grand walls
Think to yourself as you're want to do
What lies between the earth, the heavens, and you

Mariloth's Last Journey (Part One)

     Hello everyone, I would like to thank the great people over at Free Fiction Friday for letting me join their wonderful group of writers, and their kind words of welcome.

     I hope you enjoy this piece, it's part one of an ongoing short story; it's set in a wondrous and frightening place. Full of remarkable, mystifying, and strange things, both terrifying and soothing simultaneously.

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     Blood pounded in her ears as her heartbeat quickened with each pressing step. Terror and adrenaline coursed through her veins. She clutched her abdomen to protect her baby, her chest burning with every gulp of air.  Dried twigs snapped under foot as branches slapped at her, scratching her neck and arms. Each breath a struggle, every step more difficult than the last, she had only one concern: baby. The wind beat her with unfettered fury; she opposed it, driving against it with all of her energy. The autumn air bit and tore her flesh, and loose stones dug into the bottoms of her unprotected feet.

     Strained; faint, but she could hear them from behind, pressing in, hunting.

     She began to slip and reached out, slowing her pace. Fingers felt chapped bark and unguent sap; she grabbed a kelt tree. She paused to look over her shoulder, fearful. Departing, her eyes absorbed the splayed trail, it wasn't her imagination playing tricks. She began to run with a renewed sense of dread. She held back a sob and forced her feet to move, move, and move.

     Ahead of her a low cleft crabbed by trees, she headed there. Down between slender gaps she descended. Huddling near the base of an groa tree, her eyes full of tears, arms draped around her legs, rocking back and forth. This was the end.

     Peering around the trunk of the grao she saw her pursuers: creatures on all four legs, charging right at her. Their skin was scarred, blackened like burnt coal in a fire. Immense teeth protruded from the edges of their mouths. Above; Penetrating cerise eyes. The bones in the backs of these creatures protruded like volatile waves, many of the bones in their bodies jutted above the muscle and sinew to form terrible appendages. Mariloth found herself caught in their glare.

     As her hand sweat soaked into the bark of the tree, an alluring sensation ran up her finger tips, spreading throughout her hand and up her arm. A sense of calm flooded her, eliminating all the fear and worry. The warmth transubstantiated into a pulse gaining an intensity that threatened to envelope her. She looked down, her arm had taken on the hue of the bark. The energy surged through her body. She pressed against the tree and sank into it. Taking a fathomless breathe she felt a coldness fill her lungs, contrast against the warmth inside her. Slowly the cold receded and the sensation filled her completely, she plunged ahead. She saw nothing, but felt warmth, vibrant and smooth. Standing there in the darkness realizing she could feel the wind; its  breeze bonhomously stroking her skin and hair. Her legs no longer ached, and her feet so swollen and bruised were soothed from below; they'd joined with the roots in the irriguous earth. The cuts and scratches from rocks and thorns all seemed to fade away and there was no pain. The trees next to her blithely brushed her arms with their branches. She was smiling, tears of wonder and joy dampening her cheeks. She could feel her child moving inside her, and wondered if that was the way she felt to the grao, one life swelling and growing, living and thriving inside another. Did she feel like a child in the womb?

     She was brought abruptly to herself as something touched her tree, a claw was scraped against the root to her right. The creatures had caught up to her. Her scent lingered around the tree, but they didn't know which way she went from there; they couldn't find her. She waited, they searched the area around the cleft, looking for signs of her, tracking her. There was nothing to find. It appeared that she had just disappeared, her footprints ending at the tree. They walked around the area, inspecting the branches and leaves of nearby foliage, looking for snapped twigs, moved stones or disturbed debris. As they examined the ditch under the cleft they began to move about in a frenetic manner, confused by the disappearance of their prey. She couldn't help but smile at the way they murderously searched the area, and hoped the end of her chase was near.

     They came together and began to grunt and whimper. A large one stood in the center, its size shadowing the others, grunt; his harsh order bellowed, and they all scattered. She felt them move over the land, like drops of water falling onto her feet. She stayed in the tree, crying and thanking the tree. She had been running for so long, with terror as her enduring allegiant. Now she had security, and her weariness crushed her. She slipped into sleep, with the tree sheltering her and her unborn.

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Creations Songs

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The cobalt sky

Apparent

Maybe not so clear

The open sea

Raging 

Though not in anger

The wide earth

Shaking

But not for fear

The birds caw 

Not for hunger

But because you vanished

Wild beasts

Shriek and lament

Hoard every miserable tear

Creatures of the deep

Thrash and wail
Remain still

The birds sing in my garden

In the world, I seize

In the aquatic, I soak

In the heavens, I soar

Positioned here to bring you, near

My heart thirsts

My tongue calls

My body quakes

For you

Desire,

I'll wait

For you to join me

To quell the screeching sky

To quiet the howling sea

Silence the screaming earth

Above our heads

Beneath our feet
Inside our heart

Surround our souls

The world is calm

And so are we

And so are we

Except when you aren’t near

My body quakes

Heart aches

Soul screams

For you to be, here

By my side, with me

Stand in my garden green

Design, for your pleasure

The world I saw, complete

The ache that disappears, dies

Is washed away, pushed aside

Filled with love, for you, from me

Showed to the world

Revealed, for all, to perceive.