Kat Elizabeth November, 2011
Another page in my life turns.
Freedom within my soul burns.
Towards the sky I raise my arms.
Thank you for keeping me safe from harm.
The wind blows softly upon my face.
The glow of the moon is your embrace.
Kat Elizabeth November, 2011
Is there anything left inside?
Anything left to feel?
I said, ‘I’m fine’, but I lied.
Pain is the only thing that’s real.
How much more must I feel alone?
How much longer must I cry?
The very soul of me is gone.
Conquered by days gone by.
Linkk November, 2011
She stands before a taint-less gate,
Hingeless locks that total eight.
A bright full moon can be seen,
Her age in years, just eighteen.
Inside she stands, she can’t escape,
Standing tall, she bares a cape.
Weathered granite, dark from mold,
Gray and white, and icy-cold.
Lonely sculls, line the floor,
Lost in time, and folklore.
This place is filled with cleverness,
In ageless walls of ruthlessness.
So many things do fill her mind,
All the answers she hopes to find.
Many writings fill this hall,
A different language, on each wall.
Her finger scanning every line,
Complex spells she must define.
Glowing eyes of transfixed gaze,
Her mind sorts through this endless maze.
A numbing smile comes to her lips,
Reading through each line of scripts.
Her conscious starts, to expand,
All these spells at her command.
She turns around, looks at the gate,
Her words are slow and vibrate.
Each and every lock works loose,
Her power’s great, she can’t misuse.
The hinges start to slowly creak,
With every word you hear her speak.
Her eyes they sparkle with delight,
As she walks out, in the night.
Kat Elizabeth October, 2011
Carved faces with sickly grins,
Hello children, come on in.
A night of screams, a night of dreams
All is never what it seams.
Candy bags heavy, weigh them down.
Ghouls and witches race through town.
Predators lurk, be careful little trolls…
Monsters may be hiding behind candy bowls.
Stay on the sidewalk, no running away…
and you may live to see the next day.
No short cuts through alleys, through parks, through wood,
Listen my children and do what you should!
Stay safe, stay warm…you too my teen!
And remember to have a safe Halloween.
Berenice Wakefield October, 2011
~Night~
When day is done and night has come in its beauty and splendour
And mortals lie deep in that sleep to which we must surrender
The air grows still the earth bows down as she comes out walking
The stones stand tall the branches fall- the streams and brooks stop talking.
As she stands a maiden fair we really wouldn’t see her there
Her ghostly skin and ethereal air- the stardust in her golden hair
Her hands so gently touch the rocks leaving trails of bright green moss
She whispers to the snake and Ox- the Badger Owl and the Fox
She walks the forest paths for hours lighting up the leaves and flowers
Like the stars that shine so bright all through the dark cold winter nights
In the summer and the fall she’s there always the same for all
She runs so fast and stands so tall- the Belle of the dark midnight ball
As Mother she treads and flowers bloom despite the cold damp and the gloom
Sits with frightened children in their rooms and lonely spirits in their tombs
When all the crops and plants are grown it’s almost time for the wise crone
First though they think they’re all alone -she helps weary night travellers home
As Crone the wise old woman sits and listens to the Will’O’Wisps
She looks at the fast sinking moon and knows she must be going soon
She listens to the birds and flowers both singing in the morning hours
The trees rising up like dark towers relinquish their great night time powers
If you can stop amidst your miles and sit upon a wooden stile
And stay right there for just awhile you’ll hear her voice and feel her smile
All three beings in just one night it takes her strength and all her might
There until the dawns first light- the gentle spirit of the night
(c) Berenice Wakefield 2011
Kat Elizabeth October, 2011
Once upon a moonlit night,
I was awakened with a fright.
A noise was heard beyond my door,
A raven knocking…Nevermore?
I stumble around full of fear,
What is this sound that I hear?
A ghoul, a burgler, a fool, a sprite?
It is my dog, to my delight.
Kat Elizabeth September, 2011
All my life I’ve walked alone
down thorny paths of broken stone.
No one to hear my silent screams.
No one to see my broken dreams.
I’ve always held my head up high
without a thought of days gone by.
My tears contained within a cage,
my soul poured out upon a page.
These words you read explain my life.
I’ve cut myself open with a knife.
I’ve bled for you to feel the pain.
I’ve bled for me to keep me sane.
So take these words into your heart.
Trust that I won’t fall apart.
I’ll stand up tall without a crack
because Ive beat those demons back.
Linkk September, 2011
Linkk September, 2011
Oh the sadness I feel now,
Linkk September, 2011
Once upon a time there was a very small cat,
