The-Madder-Hatter

Bolting from the brushes the Creature moved black glistening claws extended tearing at the over growth of unlucky forest saplings of SuriGuard Forest- Black pupil-less eyes taking in the world in mounting fury- yet fear was there- a pain. The canine creature whirled around sniffing at the night air puffs of steam leaving it's nostrils as it tried to sniff out it's enemy- The Werewolf tried desperately to clear it's thoughts to a more logical level to out-smart this foe- but again and again the tormenting animalistic tendencies would take hold. One clawed hand clamped firmly against it's lower abdomen a river of scarlet slowly seeping through

The glacier is silent and still It forms slowly Layer upon layer The hardest ice is down low Some ancient snowfall (buried like a memory) Of a winter that did not end A spring that never came The droplets that collect below the hard ice Cold tears of a million captured moments Dance forever away from the glacial grip A timid waltz That ends with them huddled together Under the heavy darkness Unwilling to venture beyond the frozen shelter That seeks aways to reclaim them From droplet to puddle, from puddle to pool To a great shadowy lake Where the dark water swims with hungry ghosts Born of a stormy past The glacier is silen

The Tower has grown dark and cold full of little many-legged things Forever dancing on the slimy floor The Keep of my heart When the walls began, Oh! I fashioned them with small child's hands So time drifted, and as I grew It was no surprise that the walls did too And I fooled the little dancer that came to play With my child's heart in those dreary days I'd grit my teeth and stay alone My castle's Keep, my heart of Stone. Four courses high, I wasn't even twenty But I'd mined so much stone I knew there was plenty I'd just barely started, Ten courses high! I smiled at the world and turned twenty-five I was trapping the dancers

the stones of this desert are made of words and every spine on any cactus is a painful point begging to be driven deep by a tense silence There was a desert where the sun stayed high Ever blue as a heartbreak was that forever sky Above the dust-devil washes where I ran as a child Among the ripples of sand dunes that stretched out for miles I wandered alone and learned to be wild Back in those days, the stones used to fly And dodging and ducking, to throw back I'd try But their rain was so heavy, and it hurt when they hit! So I'd run to my sand dunes, and I'd curse stones a bit And I'd swear on my soul to someday make those stones