What she shows the world:

She is always the center of attention
Where she goes others follow
When she smiles they feel affection
When she leaves all feels hollow

She can dance the night away
And party till the dawn
She’ll never walk alone by day
Or wake lonesome in the morn

Whatever she wants she gets
And she does not seem to try
She lives life with no regrets
Simply watching the world fly by

The globe is in her hands
So many at her beck and call
All play into her demands
For they’ll catch her, should she fall

What she feels inside:

She is all alone in this world
Though crowds do often pass her by
Her life seems to have come unfurled
In a shambled mess she does lie

With no one to pick up the scraps
She lays broken and destitute
Fighting for air her lungs collapse
And her weak cries for help fall mute

Now pondering her life thus far
She realizes it was a waste
All that’s left is an ugly scar
Her deep shame, and a bitter taste

She often lays awake at night
Waiting for loneliness to end
As darkness parts for morning's light
Sleep, her only friend

Your face exudes
Beauty and innocence
And the temptation
To trust is overbearing

Your lips part in alluring smile
But play with words
That whisper sweet nothings
Which should fall on deaf ears

Your eyes are glazed
With desire and longing
Yet are overshadowed
By deceitful intent

Your hands are delicately soft
And your caress so gentle
Yet your grip on my heart
Crushes like iron

The curves of your body
Hold me in trance and though
My mind screams in protest
I fall deep within you

The blatant truth slaps me in the face
But I cannot escape you
And I welcome your ruse
Just to press your body close to mine

Running through lavender fields,
must protect myself with heavy shields
from that dragon; mean.
With eyes that gleam;
the fiery breath it wields.

I’ll rest under willows by the run,
when skies are pink at set of sun.
Away from monster’s gaze;
safe now from heated blaze.
Stealing sleep; no longer having fun.

Day started out with skies bright,
no worries far less danger in sight.
Then terrifying roar came;
life no more a game.
Heart skips a beat with fright.

Once awake grab shield and sword;
defensive stance with shoulders broad.
Ready for that foul beast
with sunrise in the east.
Whispering a prayer to my Lord.

Then I hear a thunderous cry;
scaly wings swoop down from sky.
I raise shield just in time
to stifle hot breath of thine!
Slashing sword across demon’s eye.

Shriek of pain that pierces ears;
wounded eye cries dark red tears.
Sword melts from acid blood;
yet creature crumples with a thud.
Last of a kind; no more fears.

With deed now done can rest with ease;
can see yellow birds flitter through trees.
Time to investigate my ****;
deftly felled with greatest skill!
Fiend raises head; the feel of sweltering breeze…



The feel of sweltering breeze…
I fall to my knees.
Flames engulf my form;
from this world I am torn.
Arrogance destroys with ease!

As I drift into the hereafter,
I can almost hear the demon’s laughter.
Only ashes remain in my stead,
always played it safe; yet still dead.
Foolish pride leapt from ground to rafter.

If only humble and cautious still;
would not be lost to dragon’s last will.
Now the hour for my soul is late,
no second chance; no new slate.
A pile of ash next to my ****.

Will songs be sung of hero’s tale?
How evil can no longer prevail?
Yet such tunes shall never reach my ears,
for in death one no longer hears.
Hidden from the living world beyond a veil.

To drift alone in this shade,
until consciousness begins to fade.
No hero’s banquet will I attend;
No afterlife of perfect blend.
Only of silence this kingdom is made.

No tomb shall mark my resting place.
No traveler will bow with honor or grace.
No maiden will lay down flowers.
Only stormy skies will offer showers;
No statue there, with likeness of my face.

For a time will lay my rusty shield
and hilt of sword I did boldly wield.
But long since my ashes have blown away
with wind and rain day after day,
my soul shall rove this lavender field.