WhoDoIWant

Shall I take your hand? Dance with you once more? Throw caution to the wind? And see where you might lead me? Should I take comfort in your warm embrace? Or hold a stiff posture? Shall I take your hand once more? That oh so familiar, yet oh so estranged hand...offered to me so boldy. ShalI I accept your dance....or stay sitting in the dark of this dreary ballroom?

“Buzz off Malfoy!” “Oh come on Stella! Just one snog?” he puckered his lips while backing me into a corner. ‘Shit I’m Trapped!’ “Bloody Hell Draco! Back Off!” “What’s the matter with you?” He looked mortified at the fact The Queen of Slytherin House didn’t want to kiss him! (The queen and king are like house representatives for the Student Council) “Why don’t you put out like the other Slytherin Girls?” “Because I’m not other Slytherin girls! I don’t whore myself out to ‘The Oh So Amazing Malfoy’ whenever it ple

Her hair was silver Just as the sun is white. Eyes of heaven Blue like the sea, Green as freedom. Youth hath gifted her Beauty beyond compare, Nothing could taint Her soul. Aphrodite love, No evil within Cruelty became gold. Golden cruelty Gold like flames, Shiny like burning flesh. Natures envy destroys Drunkenness destroys. Life steals away Such beauty so pure, My love is mortal. My wings are not Angel. On them she was not saved. On the wings of an angel, She flew far Far Away.

The Elder paused a moment to readjust his pack and raise his hood one the village came into view. It had been three months since their last pass through civilization, and they needed supplies. “Girl, what do you see?” “I have a name you know.” It was the umpteenth time she said that, yet not once in the past thirteen years had she used her name. With a sigh, she answered him, “Just a small settlement, no walls worth mentioning. No more than a hundred people I’d guess.” The old man grunted and took an archaic key from around his neck, inserting it into the head of his staff and turning until there wa

"Come child." As the Elder spoke he was already turning away, motioning passively with his hand for her to follow. "There is much I need to show you, and too little time in this life." the child scrambled to her feet to follow, not entirely comprehending the meaning of his words, but he was an Elder, whatever it was must have been wise. "Your lives will be many, and not always long. Your mother-" "My mother?" That was something the child did understand, this Elder was the first person who would admit to her even having a mother. Everyone else either refused to speak of the subject, or never said more that she had been found and brought back

sitting on the beach, rum in hand watching the waves come in, and the tides pass- relaxing on the sand breathing the sun's caring hand, feeling the salty air forgetting the dreams of yesteryear. I live my way, letting heal, loving with this broken heart passing her from memory, building that forgotten shrine, sanctuary of the past. sitting on the beach, rum in hand watching the waves come in, and life pass-

come forth little one, you who have broken so many hearts. come hither little one, you who have burned one last heart. come hither little wench, you who have killed for the last. come hither fucking wench, fall to the ground and feel his pain.

Oh Black Raven Bird, Waltzing through the air I must ask of you, What makes you so fair? Oh Black Raven Bird, Beauty before my eyes I must ask of you, Why wear your disguise? Oh Black Raven Bird, flutter through my mind I must ask of you, Why fear your own kind? Oh Black Raven Bird, Fragile little soul, I must ask of you, Why would i hurt my own?