Death and the BoyDeath rode down the alley way upon his great black steed. The windows that this horse did pass were slammed without a sound. No man was seen carousing there and dogs slunk out of sight. Even the insects hid away afraid of his dark sight. Quite silent was his passing by till Death came to the house where a small slight girl lay sobbing there upon a stone cold slate. Here Death did quietly dismount his footsteps soft as snow, and placed his hand across her brow as gentle as a lovers caress. Then suddenly through this solemn house there rang a sDeath and the Boy
AngelThursday October 12, 07:45, Eastern Standard time, downtown Seattle: Neil Shepard woke up as he always did at the first sound of his alarm. He got up, showered, brushed his teeth, changed into his suit and left for work at exactly eight seventeen in the morning. He took nine minutes to walk to work, five to pick up a coffee and like exactly every other week day, arrived in the office at eight forty five am. Fifteen minutes early. Ever since has had been given his grandfathers gold watch for his eighth birthday, his life had been shaped by thAngel
When I was YoungWhen I was young with hopes so high I dreamed of flying to the sky. I wished for swords, a lady’s favor, So that the chivalrous life I could savor. I desired to romp and roam and rage, The warrior for some great mage. My thoughts were full of noble steeds And haughty but good deeds. I leapt at the chance to brandish a sword, And even to cross a great fjord.When I was Young
To hold honor, loyalty and love, above all else! But great dreams slowly drained away And hopes did disappear. The world around me swept all aside And cried twas but insanity. Those were old dre
Pause.Pause. Rewind. Play back. It's always hard, yes, I know. Though knowledge of the pain to come doesn't make itPause.
any better.
It's only been a matter of hours, not even a full day.
But the moment I touched my toes to the hard steel of
the stairs that would take me away, I wanted to run for
my life.
Every second I felt it, over and over, trying to crack the
strong facade. As the minutes fled from me, the acid
dripped into my veins, slowly inching its way into my
system.
Yes, it burns for a little while but soon enou
Gates of SplendorBeneath it all, the surface fleeting into dreams which never live. Rain of tears down my neck sheeting secrets I could never give.Gates of Splendor
Reaching out past my perception, turning water into wine; miracle or my deception, am I the damned or the divine.
Torn between the world aquiver with the violence and strife. Another plane begins to shiver, bringing itself into life.
Night begins to fall behindme, sunlight's gleaming palpitation. Is it true that I am now free-- or is it just imagination?
PART II
An angel comes to
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