The Demigoddess of my affection The moon changing from the Blue at its starry heights soon becomes red as it hits the horizon. The crimson tears of her arms blossom and swell from her wrist and hands. My love's eyes glace over with a deceiptive trance. And I return my blade to my belt. The wounds from previous attempts to escape this mortality litter her skin. The nights stars seem to have a patron on her flesh. A dedication to every star is laid within each cut and slice. And to me there is naught but pain. My love has been lost to her own pain and I can but wait with baited breath and humble longings for her to return from this high. She has chosen to stop in death to rest for just a moment, while I pace around her checking vital signs. She wishes that this world will stop and let her go so that she will no longer be a burden to those who lend their own life for her to waste. Tonight will end like the previous and tommorrow will end like the latter. She will arise to see that she is still here and I have not lost her to the world here-after. She has failed at the only thing she has practiced with passion in her life And even hell will not let her enter. Kendall Merrick The Spider Last night as I returned home from work. Exhausted from some of the minor politics that I choose to endure. I was starting my daily ritual before sleep. To feel the earth with bare feet, To point my body in the direction of the moon or the sun If the Lady choose that it rains, my skin will be rinsed. Last night as I returned home from work. Tired from unnecessary imaginary fights I retired out to the back of my house Amongst to tall unmow'en grass I turned my face upwards towards the Moon and directly between my eyes and the moon was a spider. Last night as it hung there waiting Waiting for a victim to sacrifice some life. It made a perfectly symmetrical silhouette upon the moon In a stillness that caused me to stand in awe Of workmanship in a web just short of divine and charisma that fed my respect for this arachnid. Last night as this spider and myself met We measured each other for our presence in the yard He moved not over the time that I was there. I moved little as I thanked the lady and the lord To a third party we looked as in a stand-off To me, we were too consumed in our own intentions This morning after I woke to a new day Mind still cloudy with eyes squinting against the Sun I went to the laundry to gather my washing I took my clothes to the line to dry I walked through a spider web And I stopped to regret my actions. This morning after my regret and pity attempted to take over. I realised this was but another day. And I dealt with it. By Kendall of Avalon The Misfortune of Fools They come to me, dance around me laugh with me and enjoy my antics But I despise their naively With their lack of strength against adversity They come to me, complain to me cry with their pathetic problems but they take for granted the freedom that some have carved for them They come to me, with their Superiority trying to make sense of my logic but their body language books have also been read my me. There are those around who are happiest when the string is pulled tight from their hands and there jerking feet There are those that are aware of these strings and mimic the puppets but look closely for there is no string attached, and a evil glint in their eye. There are some who find it too easy to play the puppet master, to the folly of the fools around them as they summon and demand their tithe There are those that are my companions that sit with me as we watch the puppet show While we admire and hate our own antics as we distance ourselves from the rest. By Some Inane Bear

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