Brevity, clarity

Things desired

Succumbs, enfolded

By the fire

Copper-green

Iron-red

Soon enough

We'll be dead

Overgrown road

Lands, rusting

Dead inside, yet

Still living?

The clock struck midnight

And down went the axe

The pumpkin, glass slipper

All that was left

The clock struck midnight

And it all disappeared

Ball gown, carriage

Nothing is left here

The stars are old

And the day grows cold

And the cards all fold

And the twisted darkness grows

All that is left

Is a piece of glass

Worthless and obsessed

She runs far away...

--

The clock struck midnight

And the lone werewolf cries

Left and so lonely

He wonders if it's time that he should die

Glass shards cut into

Every piece of youth

He underestimated the

Things that love can do

Forever destined

Denied his family

The only hope

Has run away barefoot

If he wishes

To catch his Alice

Then Romeo's gotta

Run far,

            far,

                 far,

                     far away...

A cacophony of shadows, and all I feel is fear. 

They're closing in on me. 

One step at a time.

There's a drum in my chest.

Beating at a wild, uncontrolled tempo.

It gets louder.

Faster.

I feel it in my head.

In my ears.

Wrists.

Fingertips.

They back me up until I hit the hard, jagged press of the cave wall behind me. 

I feel the cold seep through me.

A shiver runs through my body.

All I see are a dozen pairs of malevolent eyes floating in the inky blackness. 

I feel their shadows on me.

As cold as ice.

I shiver again, involuntarily.

I close my eyes.

I await my death.

My rebellious mind thinks

"The end is nigh"

This is not

Dear Mr Trump

You

You are

You are a

You are a ridiculous

You are a ridiculous, bigoted

You are a ridiculous, bigoted, xenophobic

You are a ridiculous, bigoted, xenophobic human

You are a ridiculous, bigoted, xenophobic human. Please

You are a ridiculous, bigoted, xenophobic human. Please stop.

Yours,

Sanity.

A cacophony of shadows

And all I feel is fear

Listening to the howling wind

As my fate draws near

Deathly silent, deathly cold

Waiting in the wind

Thinking of the places that

I could’ve been

Footsteps, voices

Who the hell are you?

Let me be where I am

Suffering from the truth

Warm arms, soothing voice

And all I feel is grief

I am such a sinner-

How could this ending be?

A cacophony of shadows

Weaving into tunes

A harmony of whispers

Beneath the silver moon

I stood upon the pedestal, my hand placed on the book and the words flowing from my mouth smoothly, perfectly. They loved me.

"Congratulations, Ms. Erwin!" Mariel said excitedly.

"Are the preparations for the party complete?" I asked.

"They're good, ma'am," Oksam replied smartly.

"Hurry along and get ready," I said in a friendly manner. "Look your best!" I pulled my cheeks into a caring smile.

Once they left, my smile vanished.

I stalked back to my room and loosened the hinges, pulling myself apart.

Loose screws and knobs littered the floor.

"Fools. They're all fools, those humans."

I laughed.

I am the servant, you are the prince.

Destiny divided pitiful twins.

One to the high, one to the low.

But when we're all dead, where do we go?

You prayed for God

But look who came

A monster whose eyes

Glowed aflame

There is no kindness in this mortal's world, only greed.

Heaven lies beyond this door, but no key to the lock exists.

Whatever happens, realise one thing. This is your fate.

I may be small, but I have a big shadow.

when it's not really about Christ

and the slogan heard most isn't "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen" or "God Bless" but rather "Batteries Not Included"

so the only time people ever mention God is when they check the price tags.

when no one is ever happy but really everyone is full of joy.