When people look at me.
I realize they might scream.
People don’t like me.
Because I’m not like them.
Just because I’m different.
Just because I’m not a wannabe.
I’m just a gonnabe.
I have a future
And they don’t.
But why do they laugh at me so.
I know I'm not gorgeous.
Or popular or skinny either.
I don’t have those classic features.
Just don’t laugh at me.

What an unseemly sight, these forests of the night.
While the wolves bay, the watchman will say,
“What an unseemly sight, these forests of the night.”

For dawn is hours to come, yes its frightening to some.
The watchman told you, he said, to check your closet before bed.
For dawn is hours to come, yes its frightening to some.

When I pass by a reflective glass,
I turn my gaze to the floor.
When I walk past a fateful mirror, I ask,
“Good God, please Lord, show me no more.”

But this day, I met a man,
Handling the thing I hate the most,
With kind young eyes, scarred over hands,
And a smile and a frown playing on his lips.

I think he noticed my downcast glare,
He lifted my chin,
And took mine in his own two pair.
He turned me ‘round to face my sin.

My gaze burned back,
Deep down inside my head.
My mental train losing its track.
This comely, well meaning man, to me he said,

“Sweet woman, why do you cry?
At an image so inspiring, illuminating.
You must tell me why,
When you should be smiling, yet you are weeping.

You might have tears in your eyes
And the heaviest lead in your heart,
But you have the beauty woman despise,
Ill show you what I’m talking about, just to start.

With eyes of ice blue, and sometimes emerald,
And soft full moon lips,
The hair of the angel’s herald,
Perfection in your curves, the contour of your hips.

Don’t let anyone tell you different,
For snide remarks will be plentiful,
Something as good as you can only be heaven sent,
‘Cause Lordy, good God, woman. You are BEAUTIFUL.”

So many things can happen in a moment.
Just this moment, someone died.
But someone was also born.
In the blink of an eye,
Some star we know naught of,
Exploded and sent showers of
Beautiful deadly comets around the universe.
But we wouldn’t know.
Because in this moment.
We were caught up in ourselves,
Or this poem,
Describing this very moment.

A mournful air beyond the fog,
Death can meet among the poisonous rubes,
Beyond the trees and past the deformed log.

The Knight in Shining Armor comes to save the day.
Bearing healing potions from afar in pewter tubes,
But he is much too late; the Fool has already faded away.

His tears are many, for the loss of a brother,
They are heavy and murky against the dreamscape.
Now for his revenge, he seeks a strange other.

On his new, and strangely enlightened quest,
He feels transparent ghouls kissing his nape
Little does he know it is the sign of a Witches test.

Maneuvering among the empty placed grave,
He keeps his hopes on a looming tower.
He approaches his becoming of an honest knave.

He must be quick and tighten his saddle,
Because a pursuing evil is a deadly power,
And this Knight in Armor must be ready for battle.

The danger of our Knight is not known to man.
To survive, the he must unlearn his past.
This evil he faces is formulating a plan.

The towers close in as he passes their gates.
A spicy chill, creeps up the Knights spine,
And he finally grasps the terror of what awaits.

Inside his mind, he questions going back.
But dismisses the though as a man on wine.
He secretly knows this creature is on his track.

As he pushes himself onward,
He reminisces on his brother, and his life.
The only defining thought for him is froward.

He takes his final turn around the final corridor,
Quick on his feet and ready with his knife.
At first sight, he though his vision must have been poor.

A woman whose beauty surpassed any he had ever seen,
Stood with her naked eyes set firmly on him.
This was the witch who had killed all he had been.

Unable to take the life of any woman,
The soldier took a last and final look
And plunged the knife into his abdomen.

The beautiful witch had won yet another soul,
She knew why it was his life she took.
Never mind the Fool, the Knight had been her goal.

He speaks to me in the cold of the night
Always telling me what to do
Telling me what is right
And laughing, laughing, laughing at you, you, and you

He talks to me in the light heat of day
Whispering nothings into my ear
The right things to say
That no one else can hear

He says to me in the warmth of twilight
“I love you Kroix, you are mine.”
But gone is he to everyone but of my sight
This thread of insanity is becoming a thinner line

His voice to me in the cool of dawn
Wraps me in a cloud
I carry with me my spirits loving spawn
Waking me up with out a sound

People, people, what have you to say,
In response to your naïve, ignorant way.

How many times does Mother Earth,
Have to teach you your lesson, and retract her Mirth

Why don’t you listen to Father Sky?
Your contraptions are causing him to say “Goodbye.”

You cannot recognize that Brother Water,
Is leaving from us, farther and farther.

Sister Willow, she very plainly weeps.
Her drooping, graceful leave have fallen to eternal sleep.

It’s our life, our own precious home we choose to ****.
Universal tears weep, if we had only followed natures will.