17 Friday Jun 2016
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They cast away shadows that loom in the night
Spirits of harmony, in mystical flight
Gossamer beings, they mix with the lands
Caressing the treetops, with unseen hands
Creating an ethereal layer of white
Coating the earth, with their peace and their light
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13 Monday Jun 2016
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Is that you I see past my window shade?
Have you come to visit this lonely soul?
Venture in and stay awhile
Sit with me, as I grow old
The chair, once filled with laughing eyes
Has been empty, many years gone by
And I watch and wait for that certain day
When we are together again, to stay
Is that you, I see outside?
As my world turns monochrome?
Here’s my hand, I’m ready now
For you to take me home
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10 Friday Jun 2016
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Standing, hiding behind his father, she could see his small face staring in bewilderment.
How hideous, she thought, that they should bring a child to my death.
Here she was, about to meet her demise, in a way not even suited for a pig. She glared at the man, as he shielded his son, and mouthed something to him. The woman standing next to him gasped. In an instant, they were gone from the crowd, and the young boy with them. Jocelyne sneered. This was far from over, for even from the depths of her grave, she would return to claim what she decided, on her death day, was rightfully hers. With her final living thought, sealed in her hardened heart, she felt the blade slice through her, again and again, until she felt no more.
to be continued….
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06 Monday Jun 2016
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Voices rumble at the sight
Of eyes that flash in darkest night
Raindrops dance in mysterious ways
While boughs beneath begin to sway
Against the wind, its mighty roar
Blowing clouds to earthen floor
Gathering mist in ethereal light
As spirits below now take flight
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03 Friday Jun 2016
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For centuries, a small town, hidden deep within the outer forests, provided comfort for the elite of Rousseau, France. They went about their day, unaware of the horrible conditions that plagued the less fortunate. Blind, to the men who tortured the women, made them slaves for their own pleasures, they gleefully went about their business. The slaves bore no self-esteem, for they knew if they spoke out they would surely meet their demise. But there was one, one who dared forsake the unspoken oath, the one who dared to break the silence. Jocelyne Joubert, a strong determined woman, unafraid of the consequences, spoke her mind among the men who had come to the town to claim their next victims. And in the rumble of voices crying for her death, she saw her revenge.
to be continued…..
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