

Fairytale Consequences Cinderella ran
and the Beauty slept
Snow White was cased in glass
as Thumbelina wept
Cinderella cleaned
Briar Rose roamed free
Snow White was hated
as Rapunzel preened
My story's not a fairytale
nor could it ever be
'cause life is not a fairy tale
you know as well as me
Yet sometimes
somedays
there's magic in the air
but only sometimes
just sometimes to be fair
Cinderella danced
Princess Aurora told
Snow White


Day of Night, Sun to Moonlight Very quiet on the grass,
slipping with weightess shadow-grace,
no breath and no fingers,
yet a glance of wind through the knife-trees,
under the flower-moon,
silver broken arrow
pierces sweet moonlight through you.
O death mine,
I can see you approach,
and yet you do not look
quite like
you have a substance
or a feeling...
Knife through my fingers
Heartbeat-flash of moonlight
arc of silver
Death can die.
I cannot cry,
for there is the wondrous
shadow-blood
slipping through the atoms
between luminous white
fingers of moonlight
shadows of nothing
only air,
and a breath of wind
sighs relief....
up,
final,
away.


Beauty Words brought forth
by tongue or pen
are found insufficient
to portray
the unique
gift of God
which is revealed
to any who
encounter her
presence.
Some might think
to call her angel,
but that word
stagnates, full of
cultural baggage
imbued with bad
theology and
expectations of
good-looking winged
people in togas
or precocious infants
with halos in pastel
cloud banks;
the fruit of such
shallow imaginations
utterly fails to
convey the suggestions
of an authentic
other-worldly
being of wonder
that you may
dare to imagine
as you inhale
the air of her
proximity.
So


Ode for our planet Somewhere in space.
The vast, dark frontier,
Lies the blue planet,
with the name Earth bestowed upon it.
Throughout the existence,
of the species called humanity,
we nurtured the planet with care,
and searched for new knowledge.
But eventually something went wrong,
we have forgotten how to coexist,
with the rest of our kind,
and many wars have been fought.
We suffered many losses,
and trusted no one,
we turned away from the darkness,
and shunned the light as well.
Killing others of our kind,
is abhorrent and unnatural,
we have to coexist to keep the balance,
that is the way things are and always will be.
I ask of you,
Chi



Snape's Final Time With Lily "Eight minutes," muttered Snape to himself. "I only have eight minutes to see her."Snape's Final Time With Lily by ~Vampiressartist
He was back in Spinner's End, in the grey gloom of the house where he grew up, five blocks away from where Lily Evans lived. But tomorrow, she would be Lily Potter.
Snape burst out of his house, running down the familiar streets of his childhood. They had not spoken to each other since they were both fifteen, but childhood instinct guided him to where Lily would be tonight. It was where she thirstily drank his knowledge of wands and dementors and wanted to learn more about her magical abilities. It was where they had spent long summer days together, leani
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