Character

Lucy bowed her head, her hands are clenched tight, red, furious, she trembles at a life that has poured out with nothing to be left on a wall staring blankly back for walls of hearts must bow to gold leaves that dazzle, forget hunger, try delightful and the yearnings of a silver lining retreats, for the storm is larger, bigger, more daring

a cave that whispers back all the memories, footprints, skin grazing skin until there is a tiny blood forming on this needle like hole, so many decades flash by and Sharon sighs as she sees the gloomy face of the knight, who was once so very spirited in his beliefs!

val ... what a fool and val stays silent like his shadow. he no longer moves to chase the wind for the goblin was no where to be seen. he may as well be chasing air,

a life sacrificed and the joy was to see a world reborn, to see innocence be. lucy, oh luch how simple and naive you do see things! that justice and idealism meet that no more tears of why ... when stones break for lack of tears.

rush ... oh knight ... to idealism ... and realize that what you see and feel are in such disarray! (i lilith was right all along wasn't it?) for it is only truth that what i call being naive is what you label as being cold, calculative, hard, harsh and yet as you become small, less and i rise, become as thunder and lightning ... surely, you feel what i have told you

I, Pedro am your reflection, you dream of spirals going upwards, upwards without puff, without breathing, the toxic chemicals that surely burns into the organs, though it is better to admit that illusion and fantasies

It is all the same to them, isn't it? I am Sharon, commonly know to be the fix all because I make things happen and do not question on the hypothetical, the superstitions, the grandparent's tales. I say there is no wrong and right and that everything happens because it simply is. Do we question the sun? No. The same way I do not question life, it happens. Get on with it. Live. And I am here to fix not blame.

How much suffering is there? Too much and I will take the burden of the world upon my back. I will not turn away a tear, an abused whatever, I love life too much. It is for me to give because I want to make this change. After all, someone has to and I want to be able to make changes for the world is a dismal place. I, Lucy will make this happen! Even if it means the end of me.

Lilith held the many flowers out to the sky, as if in offering and she almost blushed when the demon peered from the parted clouds. I see you. She could have heard many things and yet she flinched not at each whisper. Her faith was rock solid.

Hal's dead soul stared back at him in the mirror as his hands plucked the eyebrows on the stranger's face in the mirror. Already he could sense more of the dead piling up in the graveyards, in the tombstones, in forest and roads, lakes … … so many unfound bodies ripe for the taking.