Sabriel80

He stands there, blind to me, Staring now, how can he be deaf to my plea? I see the man inside, waiting for me, A flame threatening to burn hot and free; Shall I answer the call I hear, Or hide away, filled with desperate fear? Of a life unfulfilled and bleak, Empty, lest I move forward and continue to seek, For a song on the wind, And heart in tune with mine?

My voice, my words are unheard deemed unworthy by the opposition; they do not see or wish to listen to the view not of their beliefs; we, the polar-opposites now on two sides, we who believe feel shout and cry during duress have suffered and feel ennui, I who has defended even those who offend my sensibilities, find myself shoved into a corner; "You, be still" they call, now laughing at the spectacle they have tried to make of me I, who has been gagged, shall no longer be silenced for I am as I think as I spake as I know the truth before me; They, who are intolerant, bear no resemblance to the ideals tau

"Mary Mary, quite contrary," sang the voice in Mary's dream. She sat up, sweat pooling on her brow, her stomach twisting. In the darkness, the light from her alarm clock glowed. The red shine cast an eerie feeling upon the room, and her heart refused to slow its beating. She breathed in, out, in, and held it. The anxiety attack would not come. The red light made her skin look pale, bloody in the mirror's reflection. Mary lay down again, but could not fall asleep. From across the bay, she heard the boom of the lighthouse's horn. The sound wailed across the empty bay, forlorn and dead. Standing up now, Mary walked to the window and peered into

What's that chill, running down your spine? Ever, ever so sublime... For he is coming, can't you feel? The endless spinning of it's wheel, the fate that which you can't escape Has come tumbling down to state, For there he is, in shadows black, inching up through darkened crack, The Hollow Man, so dark and fiercely cruel, here to torture the fool, For what have you done, to run run run faster faster, out run the gun? He will catch you that Nightmare Man, twist you break you, till you're done. The trees offer no comfort, no hidey hole to tuck up in, there's no church, no sacred grounds, for the Hollow Man, nothing's o