Kiara

When I was pregnant with my daughter, something always very magical about it.  I dreamt of her before she was born.  She even came to me in a dream and told me what I would name her.  She told me stories of ancient times past.  She is my magical child, my sweet little Pixie.

 I feel you

I feel you inside my tummy

Living and growing

Giving me hell every morning 

or 

When I eat

I feel you

My precious Kiara Rose

Mommy feels you

Power radiates from you

Mommy and daddy's alike

My precious angel

You are my light

My sweet Kiara

You will live

You are protected

Mommy and daddy love you

Image

 Mirror, mirror on the wall

What is it my reflection will befall?

A sad and lonely soul

Lost in the mists

A poor little creature 

Lost within herself

Maybe a dark beautiful faery 

from the realm of the mists

Its all a matter of 

Perception I guess

I'll see what I want to envision

Its me,

The dark beautiful faery

A Realization

 I was told today what a good person I was

then

What a good person I am now

He was right when he said none realized it then

and

How none realize it now

Always putting others before myself

Never asking for anything in return

Being selfless 

and 

Sacrificing of myself

I keep

Praying that I'm appreciated

Hoping that I'm loved

Longing for all my goodness to pay off

Wanting my wishes to come true

Having my life mean something.

A Thousand Lost Souls Saga

 I was awaken one night 

By the cry of a thousand lost souls

I pulled on my cloak and went to the banks of the river

I saw a man in a black cloak playing a gold flute

He told me the song was the cries of a thousand lost souls

"Why did I hear it?  Am I dead?" 

He laughed then I knew my answer

I had died.

He had come to take me to his prison.

I ran back to my haven and it hid in its confines.

He will come for me sooner or later.

I fear him and he knows it.

TO MY PRISON

I awoke in a dark cell of flames 

I see the man who told me of my fate

He had taken me to my cage

and threw me into his pit

I watched him leave me there to suffer

I cried out, asking him when would I be free.

"When the cry of freedom and life are heard by the Keeper."

Every day I listened for that cry.

FREEDOM

One early spring morning

We heard an unfamiliar cry

I knew then that we were free

I went back to my haven

and 

Saw that everything was still alive

I looked around and nothing had changed

Every night I dream of that prison

I weep for those who did not escape it.

I can hear them crying but

I fear going back

I know I must go back

one day

Unbecoming

 I walk down the dark paths of Mayene

and in my agony

I walk to the Grove of Aspen

I sit in the center of all my failures

and weep a river of silver tears

that flow into the Valley of Sadness

I draw my dagger and watch it shine in the moonlight

I start to remember my life as if it were a dream

A horrid nightmare in the darkness

that may strike at anytime

I remember the entire passings and all the broken hearts

I'm with someone 

but

Fear is trying to win me over

I fight a losing battle with it every day

All I can do is keep fighting 

and 

Pray

Becoming

My life use to be gray

An angel I did become

Fallen is what he made me

I fell from grace

They couldn't find me

For I was gone and left no trace

I travelled the plains of Ivyenia

Lonely and weary I became

I longed for my lover

He never came to me

I opened my eyes but I could not see

I heard it thunder

I closed my eyes one last time

Somehow I could see my dark world waste away to nothing

 When I opened my eyes 

I saw sunlight and smiled

What I knew of sadness was completely gone

A man on a white stallion rode up to me

He dismounted then took my hand

"Lady Gabriel, come away with me."

I only nodded 

He mounted his horse and pulled me up behind him

We rode away to a place of heavenly bliss

He sealed our love and fate with just one kiss

I began to cry tears of joy

Because I finally knew why

God has given me the greatest power

He gave me the power to love.

Phoenix

She fierce

And wild

Passion rules her

Passion motivates her

The fire burns around her 

She does not burn.

Oh no! she doesn’t not burn

She dances

Dances in flames 

Licking

Lapping at her skin

She is freedom

Free from the mundane 

Free from constraints

She is the escape

She is ecstasy

Passion uncaged

She ebbs and flows 

Like the ocean waves

Wanes and waxes like the moon

She is extraordinary

When she falls

She rises back up

Rises from the ashes higher than before 

She is a Phoenix

Beauty personified 

Real or Not

Storm clouds rage!

Thunder claps and echo!

Lightening flashing

She watches from the hill

As rain beats down upon her.

The house at the foot of the hill

It beckoned her to it

Houses breathe.  Houses speak!

“Chloe!” it screamed!

She could hear it over the storm.

On, downward the hill she ran.

Sliding down in the mud. 

As she reached the house,

The door opened.

The only light being from a candle 

She pulled her hood down, cloak to the floor.

Her hand on the hilt of her sword.

Her boots tracking mud across the wooden floor.

“Chloe!” it called.

Fire began to roar in the hearth.

She stepped back, blade drawn.

He appeared out of the flames.

7 feet tall, he towered over her small frame.

Her eyes widened as they travelled up to his face.

One fell swoop of his claw

Made her sword clatter to the ground

He sent her flying into the wall.

The impact rattled her.

Took her breath from her.

Her arms covered her, protecting her face as she hit the floor.

His footsteps close.

“Move!” she told herself 

His foot came down onto her back.

Crack, crack went her ribs.

Screaming, her’s echoing off the walls.

He laughed as he stepped away.

Darkness

Firelight as she awoke in her bed

No pain.

No blood.

Was it real?

Was he real?