Unfold

Greed, more and the sky became the conquest, an ambitious goal surely, surely the limits of living beings do not go that far, the carrot hands, the universe does not pause and the moment stretches for there is a soft ache,

Chipped cornerstone, and I try to pretend that nothing has happened, my belief has wanned with time as I find that the greedy and cunning do get more, the meek and not so cunning find themselves last, they have not yet become first, I have lots of doubts that they ever will, it matters not because the experience

Dark shadows bleaker than the dead, their hands touch my chin in soft caress as I envision the many experiences lived through by the dead, the best, the worst, the middle and I too have crossed many horizons, seen many smiles, such knives to behold

Old times she thought as the chorus sang, each obedient servant knelt and worshiped and she almost giggled, what a human reaction for an ancient demoness, but Lilith quickly dispelled the notion for she felt quite at home here, even with the constant reminder of hell and heaven,

Pedro sighed, felt dismayed as the stones began to fall and he found himself playing with sand, each house built up filled with cracks, and it did not take the wolf to blow the house away, even if it were not made of straw, the cracks were what made the buildings unstable, not livable and the jester tried to make another jest

A song, a dance, a feeling I cannot describe and it is stronger than iron, stronger than my will, it tears apart chains made of subtle words, bringing me down, for words often trap, words are hexes disguised to help, help and the hand falls off and the scream is eternal, the betrayer and the victim

Sharon: Maneuvers, getting out of the cross hairs, skimming through encounters to find only what is critical, the point of having it good slowly ebbs, ebbs because time is the enemy, ebbs because for all the cunning, all the sharpness, time is still the lord, and I cannot escape time's grasp, ebb, ebb, and it feels like the climax of an

The days go on, the months pass by and I have lived to my best ability, tried, knocked on each door to find what more I could give, to not be jaded, to not grow weary, to always have that fresh smile, brighten someone's day, to be a source of hope when that is what the world needs, I have tried,

Sharon cast her spell and winced for a while, a moment passed when she saw the young gal she once had been, a clean white slate willing to believe anything, willing to simply let the adults lead, for she had no mind of her own, a simple reflection and how the grown ups loved her, even when she felt so very inferior, for it appeared she could offer no good suggestions, yes, they tried to encourage her assertiveness but inside she

She eyed the morsel on the dish, the morsel being Val who believed he had something to take, not offer for his offering he was wanting to give was small but Sharon had much larger things in mind, of the worth Val had, his large estate back home, the secrets in his mind for the knights had always held a code of secrecy