Lion Heart

He was a great man.
He was widely known and widely feared.
He was strong,
courageous,
wise,
a great leader,
merciful,
and yet brutal.
He ruled and conquered much.
He was Lion Heart.

Merry Nameless Tune

He use to whistle.
A lot.
Loudly.
But well.
He doesn't anymore.
Instead,
He's quiet.
I don't remember the last time
I heard his merry nameless tune.
I miss it.
A lot.

It Stopped

My white fingers gripped the side of the bed. Thin and shaking. Frail and fragile. Each aching, raspy breath was slow and uneasy, coming in short gasps. My brain throbbed as I recounted the harsh and careless words burned in. I wanted to scream in pain, but my extreme lack of normal amounts of energy, and dry, itchy throat wouldn’t allow it. Every inch of me was drained of energy and ached. I could only barely feel my heart dully thump inside of me. It did so slowly, barely enough to get blood to all ends of me. But it was slowing. I could feel it. Its reach growing less, and less.
Until finally,
It stopped.

The Dream

It was cold. Goose bumps covered my skin. I wrapped my arms around myself in an attempt to retain heat. I wandered through the thick trees, eyes scanning.
I couldn't see very far. It was dark and gloomy. The thick gray fog only added to it.
Finally, to my relief, i broke through the thick forest and stepped quietly onto a thin dirt road. Still, I couldn't see far. The road went straight, cutting through the trees, disappearing into the tick gray fog that hung close to the ground.
I wrapped my long cloak around me more tightly and sat down in the road. I felt over dressed in such a place in my long, elegant dress and cloak.
I sat waiting, swallowed in the eerie silence and cold.
He said he'd come. Come and save me.
So I waited.
And waited.
And waited.
But he never came.

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There are so many ways to describe it.
It's painful,
And extremely uncomfortable.
It feels like some ones pressing against my chest.
Like my ribs are holding too much weight and about to collapse.
Like I'm going deeper into water and my body can't handle the pressure.
Always wishing to be released.

Pointless Wishing?

"Pull out a lash and blow it."
-The Middle Man

I carefully removed the misplaced eyelash from my eyeball and examined it, blinking to refocus. Can I still wish on it if it's been in my eye? Or the fact that it's been there shadow some sort of bad luck?
I took the risk and blew; the third of the day.

My Masterpiece

I stood steady, waiting. My hands tightly gripping the round wood.

I took a deep breath and began.

I stepped back, twisting my hips,

flicking my wrists, fast and forcefully.

I could hear the wood slice through the cool air.

All my movements were fast, fierce, and flowed together seamlessly.

I could feel my power through the wood as I cut through the air,

my body twisting and turning.

It all fueled my energy.

After a final turn it came to a sudden stop,

And I ended with a bow.