Cygnet

Tranquility as wind causes ripples upon the water's surface. Everything's so beautiful in a blanket of ice. Stars reflect on ice covered landscapes, shimmering in hues of blue and white.

Such a breath taking sight, I loose myself in pure and untainted glory.

Wings ruffle and slide behind me, still so new yet old enough to beat. Colour's not right, an ashen mixture that does not seem to fit my surroundings.

Still covered in light fluff, they'll soon change colour once more, but hopefully of right shades of either white or black, for yet I am not sure.

But for now, I tred frozen water, watching the moon far above me as it crosses the night sky. I wish the sun would never come up, so that this moment would last forever, my sanctuary of stars.

For you are with me always, as I reach out my hand for you to grasp. We'll hold this moment for ever, our frozen haven of peace of mind.

So be patient as the soft down of my wings fall, and my true colours shine bright, for this Cygnet will love you forever, after she has turned into a Swan.

Snake Dance

Such a Silver-Serpant tongue, cruel dance of killer intent.

They tell me it's an evil thing, but I know what they meant.



Movement, heat, fear, hate, distaste, on the tip of my forked tongue is all I taste.



Dance. Dance. Dance.



Wings of a tainted angel reflect sins of a demon, yet I deny nothing.

Perfect I am not, yet here I stand, a proud and loyal being.



Dance. Dance. Dance.



Can you keep up to my beat, the sway, twist, dip, turn, spin of my perfect snake dance?

Twisted in these lies, denials, I surely pitty those who take it all by face value.

Pitty, pitty, pitty it's all I offer you.



Dance. Dance. Dance.



Sucha fool to think that you of all people in this world, could understand my intrepid mind.

Pits and falls, you've lost it all in the dash of scales and open jaw.

Now tell me this, little miss priss, if we kiss will you miss my extended fangs?



Dance. Dance. Dance.



What a waste, lost in this place, full of fear. Did you think you had a chance?

But of course you did, but that's too bad, for you are no match for my snake dance.

And now I say, if you pray, you'll still end up victim to my coils.

For your power is nothing compaired to this royal's.

But please try! Do your best!

Just remember, my eyes can hypnotize, and leave you without breath.

SO!



Dance. Dance. Dance.



You pathetic little thing while my vemon takes it's toll.

My own bite, my birth right, and forever to be quite droll.

Smile as you die, slowly and within time.

For this ending will be forever mine.

But you'll forget what it's like,

After my final strike...

Metamorphosis

Doubled over, it hurts to breath in. Pain ripples in convulsions of fire through my veins. I think I've lost the ability to move. Eyes shut so tight I'm almost convinced they've been sown that way as punishment of my transgressions.

Mouth opens wide, jaw aches with strain yet no sound comes out as my silent screams echo only within my head, unheard, unheeded.

Fingernails dig into the flesh of my sides as I bleed black and blue, followed by toxic colours of sorrow and pain.

Back feels like I carry hell itself upon my shoulders and spine, twisting with such furrosity that my legs give out.

Forehead falls to the floor, the only sense of coolness that soon seems to broil my bare skin.

Shirt in tatters, I've ripped it with new found claws I never knew I had.

Why won't it stop? Weight falls upon me, cruel chains of silver cut into my already abused, batterd body.

Tearing, the sound is so stark against the accusing silence, it's almost too much to bare. Gasping, I can't get enough air as the skin of my back pulls and rips.

Blood gushes down like waterfalls of red and black, roaring loading onto the floor around me. The smell ad pain makes me wretch, I'm sick to my stomach, but no food have I consumed in so long, I can't get rid of anything.

Hacking, coughing, gagging, my throat starts to bleed as well.

Yet the tearing on my back does not stop.

Why? Why?

One final tear, a resounding pop and something juts out from my skin and muscle.

Breathing hard, hardly able to remain crouched on my knees, the hurts start to recede. A dull throb with twinges of searing pain from time to time, I learn to breath once more.

Eyes open to find that the once pure black toxic blood has changed to pure crimson. It's a beautiful colour as it washes and paints the floor.

I try and move, but crippling pain from my back causes me to stop, only to be followed by a soft 'whoosh' of wind.

In my craddle of black, there had been no wind, no soft breeze, vaugely I wonder, where has that come from?

And then, from the edge of my spotted vision, I see them.

Wings of charcole have settled upon my back, looking as if they belong.

I notice as well, my claws have dissapeared, left with fine, smooth fingers.

Once more eyes close, yet this time it is fatigue, not pain the compells me so.

In a pool of blood, I rest, content with the world around me once more as the darkness fades and light slowly ebbs in. Like waves from the ocean, colours wash over my body, calming and lulling me into peaceful slumber with promises of tomorrow.

And so I smile, clutching my nerve wracked body as it seeps into oblivion.

My name is being called, and all I can do is continue to smile as I slip off to the land of unconciousness, knowing that everything will be alright.

For now, I am free.

Fly With Me...

Daft fingers trace scars old and new-unsure which is which. I wish only to mend shattered skin, batterd bones, but most of all a wounded heart that bleeds in my grasp.

Porcelain scars upon alabaster stone reflect my own damaged body, yet I bare them proudly before you. Judge me, poke me, prod me, but please, don't hate me. Fate has been cruel, yet I offer you it all.

Lips brush, tears fall, for my weary broken doll. A name murmured passed metal peirced lips, I soar inside myself.

Yet, my wings, wide and most definitely not white, arch and ache for flight. Judge me not on their colour, for they must be stained with the sins of my heart...

Will you join me, my precious insanity? Fickle futtle words, double edged meanings, my tongue however is not forked.

Merely wishing to fly, will you join me? To sky's gentle wind embrace. Will you join me?

Colors Of The Rainbow...

... Shine So Bright, Everytime I Look Into Your Eyes...

Can you see my wings? Can you hear my song? For joyous you have made my soul, and given me things I have never known before.

Can you feel my heart? Can you taste my love? For this peice of you has made me whole, and shown me a reason to keep living for.

So let me hold you, and close your eyes. As you drift asleep, I promise you this; I will be here when you wake once more.