WolfRogue

 My eyes look up into restricted sky, While Sleep who saunters with a scornful smile Waits patiently. I too hold my breath and pry Open the door, to see, a dreamer's isle. All in one mind, they circle around me, Creatures of color, lives that die on a page, We speak of worlds; they bloom from the same tree Branch. I have cured the sickened bud, my rage. But I have tarried too long, hidden here, For Time now pounds the door with Sleep in tow. As their persistent echoes draw me near, My eyes abandon sight, my mind will know New tales; their forms that will thrive in dark ink, While old ones perch, wings wide on Change'

A Score Never Settled Wrapped around the maple tree I curl my furry being Nose twitching, eyes flickering, Taste the tempting scent of pine and sap With a delicate mixture of earth and flowers Hunker down below the brambles, Wait until the time is right, Bark makes my quivering skin itch, I silently, patiently, achingly crouch My ears prick forward at the clicking of claws As the frosty breeze gathers up my fur, I hear a soft whistle in the wind, My mind distracted, I stand to attention, My little prey leaps from the low hanging branch, Onto my -oh so attentive- long white muzzle My mind in a daze, my eyes blink twice, The s

 Last Day at Home I could hardly focus on anything, my mind was buzzing with new information, new rules, new lifestyle. We even went into a dark alley to practice some skills to protect myself. Damon, yes my teacher finally told me his name, tells me that I will understand these in time, but I really don't believe him seeing as I won't remember any of it! As we weaved through the busy streets of Daath, I took in the beautiful city as it looked in the daytime, hectic yet melodic. There was a certain tune everyone seemed to follow, moving about with ease, either arguing over overpriced clothes or discussing what spices would best complete a

A Pleasant Stroll: I hurried down the long corridors of the cathedral, the gray stone walls lit with candles. As I pranced past the different priests I made certain to call out a greeting, to which they turned and stared wonderingly at me. But nothing could stop me, a feeling of excitement built within my breast this morning: I would finally leave this city and do something different for once! Suddenly, a young man slammed headlong into me, dozens of books flew across the corridor and lay sprawled about us. "Oh, sorry, I didn't see-" I looked up to first notice a gold symbol on his robe, making him an Oracle Rune of the Order of Lorel

Tiger-Eyes Moistened mirrors of gold, I see your warm melodic smile, Pure and polished as your mouth, A glistening droplet rolling, Under and below. Your bloated belly a cathedral, Murmur and move your inner chimes, Heave your heavenly heart, Please, allow my hand passage, Forgive my reverent fingers, They are feathers on fluffed snow. Ack! Snap, spit, snarl, Viper’s fangs dig vehemently Into now punctured plump flesh, I curse, throbbing pain bounds up, Heartbeat as fast as your betrayal, Only, the bite deepens, I gasp Tiger-eyes are cracked, broken With anger and age, An active fire still rages in you, I see, Ah, t