Naxhet

I ran as fast as I could through a dark street, tears streaming down my small, plump face as I heard screams echo behind me, "Naxhet!" A high female voice shouted as she was quickly silenced. A deep, husky male voice repeated the desperate call and struggled fiercely as he was held back from running after his fleeing son. I just kept running; I ran until my feet bled and my legs screamed out in pain for me to stop. I never rested long, as the voices were never far behind. Even when I thought I was safe, the voices would again draw closer, "C'mon you little rat, don't you wanna see your parents? If you come with me, I promise you'll be able to

There once existed a matching maiden pair, Whose beauty shone bright like the rising sun. Quite shapely of form, with beauty most rare, From Aphrodite's wool these girls were spun. Though similar of face they seemed to be, The maiden's differences were quite clear. If you ventured past what the eye could see, There, the twin's duality did appear. The first twin; Awai was her name, Who's long, blonde hair shone like a light, Of the two, she was the most tame, For her to speak was quite a sight. Although words rarely escaped her, Kindness was her usual tone. Those in need she did not defer, Working her fingers to the bone. The s

Many people flock to this idea of love, Finding solace with their lovesick kin. But I do not believe in this gift from above, I cannot anymore, for in dark places my heart has been. I was wandering, lonely and lost, Through the vast, oppressive desert of life. I wanted relief, no matter the cost, When a traveling maiden ended my strife. She nourished me well with food and drink, But when I was nearly sated, she left. Her flight did not bother me, on it I did not think, Without knowing she had committed a great theft. She stole my heart, with movements so quick, That the pain was not known for months on end. But when the pain cam

If one wish I had, not wishes three, This is what my wish would be. To be in the arms of my one true love, In a love surely sent from above. By her side I would be, My Ulalume, my Annabel Lee, Till Judgment Day and trumpets sound, And the damned sink into the ground. But Cupid's arrow has not been, As true as it has, as I have seen. With friends and colleagues that have fallen prey, To love's sting, and been led astray. And so I sit here, waiting still, Feeling unrequited love's deathly chill. Wishing and hoping for love's warm embrace, And longing to know my true love's face.