The chirps of feathered friends
   serenaded her to sleep.
hues of magical memories that
fluttered upon her every dream.

You see she wasn't like you & me,
more unique than you could think.
She heard voices, but couldn't see
                                 a friend or foe.

You see she was a princess, with a
strict father who forbid  magic of
any kind. She meet a squirrel in the
forest and happened to see him
carrying his horde of nutty delights..
I swear I'm losing my nuts,
  glad you aren't losing yours little one.

"Me no, I know everywhere I've hid mine,
               I hide them so well I cant find
               them later, now that's nuts...

now that's good hiding your majesty.

"Did you just talk?

   Did you just understand my joke?

Nuts, your a whisperer, my lady.

           "I'm a what, what...

Please, whisper, there are ears everywhere.
             We used to have many friends
to talk too. But you are the first in generations.
                                           The others
they became candles that were extinguished.

My Father he doesn't like magic, he forbids its
words, actions. Even if it was to help he would..

         "Never let the snake bite you,

"the Snake,

"Your father is of magic, he absorbs those
he burns. the wood has runes etched into
its bark.. and a silent spell so they cant call
out to the others of there kind..

"Never shoe your value to him, for he will
                  not falter in his quest for dominance
of the elements and others. We tried to stop
him an age ago. But he burnt half the nation
to stop us... he used his whisper to make others
forget that he breath the fire from on high.

He pulled a star from the heavens to scorch us,
        we haven't tried since...
please be aware, be cautious.. learn your gift for
when you are older and learn to use others with
there offering you may fulfil your destiny as the
whisper of the wood..

Long live the queen of whispers...

This loop of unending unity
for the moment I put it on,
            never has it left the
digit of my palm..

mostly due to the time of
our unity I have gained many
               a pound, and my
sticks became sausage fingers.

though it has bent it has never
       broken like our unity.
We mould to the changing of time..

And I still love you more than when
                     I put this halo of
love upon my palm....

Even though I wasn't dead,
           people prayed silently

at my tomb stone.

My words are asphyxiating
           I cant understand
the weight upon me.

I didn't deserve this,
                   you kneel on
          me like a ill treated dog..


Do I bark, no..
                 I plead for your humanity,
but you just stare with emotionless eyes..

Who cares if I cant breathe, me..
           my family, a daughter ill never see,
                       but you just ignore...
Its not fair that I'll never hold her again,
              close to my slowing breath...

Could anyone help me, they just sleep..
   until I cant breath...

       Who cares if I cant breathe...
the flickering of racism shown
                   to burn brighter than my last breath..


I matter, I lived, i died. but know that i couldn't  breathe...
                                      and it matters, Mum.....

To all my contacts I'll
   not be answering anything

more.

By the time you have woken up,
               I'll be slumbering,

you couldn't have saved me,

            I couldn't even save me.

Just know that this is here to say,

                    you all meant something

but to me I meant less than a message...

  DELETE IF YOU CONCERN IS LESS...

You were my little snowdrop,
             but with every howl
finding courage
to become a
                   blizzard

           of  transparent strength.

Delirium taints the every
                     effort to motivate

All was elation, before it faded to
                a collection of false

                                               effigies...

My ecstasy is an overdose,
          and I'm flatlining with

every smile...