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Water Through My FingertipsShall I whisper your name at night
and disturb the beauty of your silence?
Peacefully you rest while I look on in fear:
fear that you will never know my touch,
never know my voice.
At the foot of your bed I argue with myself.
What angel dares torture me so?
To never feel your cheek warm with life
or your hair running like water through my fingers;
I'd rather die a thousand deaths.
The mattress is cold as I lay beside you.
Your familiar scent drifts through my body
making me whole.
Your eyes slowly open
but they see right through me.
I'm but a ghost
come to haunt your perfect life.
You smile and the world around us disappears.
Blindly you search for my hand.
Hiding my pain I let you find it,
though all you feel is air.
Then you sigh and return to dreams of a better world.
I let a single tear escape
but no more.
I wish you no more pain than you're already in.
I move closer;
my lips brush your forehead.
I whisper yet another promise.
Then I'm gone-
gone to another night of pain and sadnes
My Lady Chanteline V"May I ask for a dance with the lady?" Nephalia turned in surprise at the familiar voice. A man in a black eye mask stood patiently behind her.
"Lord West?" Nephalia guessed on the sound of his voice alone. He merely smiled as he held out his hand for her. Nephalia laughed to herself and took his hand. She was surprised that he recognized her for she herself was wearing a mask.
"You look beautiful tonight." West smiled as he danced across the floor with Nephalia. "What am I saying?" He interrupted himself. "You are beautiful every day. Tonight," he spun Nephalia slowly, "you are enchanting." Nephalia managed a smile at the compliment.
"Really," she breathed, "I do not deserve such praise." She gasped as he picked her up into the air, forgetting the move was part of the dance. He placed her gently on the floor.
"Of course you do, My Lady." West replied with a teasing grin as he continued to dance with her. "Lady of Chanteline Forest. Why, you are widely known for your surpassing beauty
My Lady Chanteline IVLady Nephalia sighed deeply. "I need someone to help run Chanteline." She blurted. She didn't know where the thought came from. She had been thinking of Lord West and how it had been awhile since his last visit. He had been making frequent visits every two weeks, sometimes to discuss business and other times just to talk. Lady Nephalia didn't necessarily love his company but neither did she despise it. In fact, she had been getting used to it.
"You're doing a fine job, My Lady." Beezle complimented. Lady Nephalia sighed and shook her head. "Everyone loves you."
"It's not the love. I know I can make the people of Chanteline happier than they ever could be if they lived anywhere else. But I know nothing about land or finances. I don't know how to provide for the people without angering them." She sighed once more. These points had been made clear to her when she visited with Lord West. He always seemed to do the work and she never seemed to understand any of it.
"It seems to be that the
My Lady Chanteline III"Do you like him, My Lady?" Marigold fussed with the hem of Lady Nephaliaís dress.
"Of course I don't like him!" Lady Nephalia exclaimed at Marigold's outrageous question. "He's immature, ignorant, conceited and a thousand other things. He seems so full of himself and has no respect for others. I was only nice because it's expected of me," Lady Nephalia huffed. "I cannot believe Lord Garoth..."
"Late Lord Garoth," Marigold corrected. They had received news about a month after his departure that he had passed on, just the way he wanted to pass on. That had been nearly a year ago and they hadn't heard from Lord West until now.
"Whatever," Lady Nephalia rolled her eyes. "I can't believe that he thought West..."
"Lord West," Marigold corrected again.
"Really, Marigold, it doesn't matter!" Lady Nephalia fumed. "I can't believe he thought Lord West was suitable to take over his estate. I bet all of Chanteline Forest that something will go terribly wrong under his rule."
"Don't say that,
My Lady Chanteline II"Lord Garoth deAzoden has requested an audience with you My Lady," Beezle shook in his shoes.
"An audience with me?" Lady Nephalia asked with a bemused expression.
"Yes, My Lady," Beezle bowed before her, his voice cracking.
"Whatever for?" She stood from the golden throne upon which she sat. It had been made for her father just before he had passed away. The seat was a green velvet cushion, made to match the color of Lady Nephalia's eyes. Leaves had been etched into the arms of the throne and the back resembled the bark of a large tree.
"I do not know, My Lady," Beezle apologized several times. He was not scared of his Lady. He feared Lord Garoth and his sudden "awakening." For years, Lord Garoth had kept to himself. To ask for an audience with Lady Nephalia he must've either gone mad or he was planning something. Lady Nephalia paced in front of the throne; the jewels of her elaborately colored dress twinkled and chimed as she moved.
Her dress was strapless. The top half was gold and
Who needs an identity?
I'm doing just fine without one.
I can't hate. I can't cry.
I can't worry or sigh.
I can't wait in a corner to curl up and die.
I can't laugh. I can't grin.
I can't praise or sin.
I can't work to be stronger and shoot for the win.
So who needs personality or definition of self?
I'd much rather lay here with no family, no friends
and a life without end.
To be an original and be left alone,
To walk around like I'm just a clone,
That is the way I will live.
I'll live in the muck
and I won't give a fuck.
But now that I think about it...this life sucks.
Six Kingdoms: New Beign III
As usual, Payton was the last to enter the council chamber. He very pristinely fixed his shirt as he sat at the large oval table. All eyes watched him in annoyance as he settled down, appearing far to calm for having made them all wait for so long.
"You better have a good reason for calling a meeting and making the majority of us turn around on the road," a member finally spoke up in anger. Many nodded their heads in agreement. They had been on their way home before being turned back around.
"Reason?" Payton laughed. "I don't even know what this meeting is going to be about." He grinned at their upset faces, taking pleasure in the fact that he could annoy them so easily.
"You have a lot of nerve, youngling!" One representative, the one in charge of money exchange in New Beign, stood from his seat and slammed a fist on the table. "I personally am tired of you acting al
My Lady Chanteline I Lady Nephalia turned abruptly at the noise. She had thought she was alone on the outskirts of Chanteline Forest. However, one was never alone when Azoden Forest brushed right up against the edge of Chanteline. There seemed to be a wall between the two, separating the light from the dark. The mist hung just between them, stretching its arms towards the green maples. Lady Nephalia turned away from her forest as she stared into Azoden. Someone was watching her. She could feel it. Lady Nephalia shook her head and turned away from the dark forest. She was right about being watched. A man, who hadn't been there before was standing behind her. She jumped and gasped at the sight of him.
"Many apologies, My Lady," the man bowed. "I did not mean to startle you." He raised his torso slowly. He had black hair that was well combed and tidied. His features were sharp and angular, though he walked very gracefully. He wore black clothes and h
Equal Part 26"Kyrie?" Race tapped on the door of her room. He could hear muffled sobbing on the other side but sensed that she did not want him in there. He nodded quietly to himself and sat on the floor, leaning against her door. "You're very disappointed in me. Alikar was as well. I kept the truth from you and Tomas and Marta. That is the equivalent of lying." Inside he could feel Alikar's disappointment. However, the ever helpful god continued to guide Race's actions and words. "Alikar does not approve of my actions but he has forgiven me," Race explained. "But I need to be forgiven by you. Call me a terrible priest but I do not think it is okay for Alikar alone to forgive me. His, should I say vote, doesn't count if I cannot be forgiven by my own people. After all, I serve not Alikar but the people. I merely choose to lead them to Alikar. Man, now I'm rambling." Race sighed and brushed a hand through his hair. "Who would think I would be one to have difficulty apologizing?" Race chuckled.
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