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Annie Jan 2019
once was a star sparkling bright
towards the burning sun he ran
but he got blinded by the light
and with his rise his fall began
.
by falling deep he scorched the sky
and thus brought others down with him
one brother died and one got burned
fading brilliance, gloom and grim
.
far away from sun and sky
the star could see again
he saw a milion distant lights
and he would understand
and he would spread his wings and fly
back to his brothers side
.
from then, the star
can still be seen
upon a summersky at night
his mind shines starry, pale and clear
and when they saw his glooming light
they named him Altair
Inspired by Assassins Creed and the origins of the main characters name.
Annie Jan 2019
Under sizzling and bleeping
The time runs nigh
Between heaven and hell
In a room, too bright
Runs a body deadly circles
Captured in pipes
While the fellowship falls silent
As the headman decides
To live and let die

Slow, but soon, the dying noise
Leaves a weakly beating heart
Fighting it's own pointless war
No men alive shall ever thwart
And lifes children turn quiet
As they face the final loss
The fact they can´t deny
They live and let die

Now, the silence bales and centers
Around the fallen prey
Slowly, death spreads, like a cancer
Drives the living far away
Until only ease is lagging
In the minds that still stand by
Relief about the outcome
To live and let die
Written 2013, after a very, in a psychological way, exhausting day.
Annie Jan 2019
days are getting longer
colors, warm and bright
as flowers bloom,
I wonder
Is it spring outside

sweat and tastes of icecream
sunlight in my back
burning nights and feverish dreams
it's summer in my flat

rain and whirling, falling leafes
tea and halloween
wandering birds and deepest grieve
it's autum so it seems

damping breath and snow
scarfs and woolen coats
powdered, white wonderworld
and winter's shadows grow
Annie Dec 2018
Fairy boy, you catch my eye,
Trough candles and smoke
In a loop of time
We have a nice talk
A fine glass of wine
And coziness in the dark

You’re strange, but fair
I have to confess
Under tilleylamps flicker
I care even less
Wether fairy or not
You are pleasing my eyes

And I recognize
The fume between your lips
Suits your face too well
To resist any kiss
Or any little spell
RPG thingies
Annie Dec 2018
Afraid of the combat
the little bird fled
wrapped in the blankets
it sat on its bed
waiting in horror
scared stiff to the bone
there came a visitor
found her alone

He threatened her coldly
with fiery demands
offering her safety
with a knife in his hands

She bend under his urging
singing a sad lullaby
she found the cruel man crying
and sleeping by her side
the night still hides what happened
but little bird had found
in heart and mind well hidden
the Unkiss and the Hound
To the matter of  the 'unkiss' called scene from Goerge R. R. Martins Song of Ice and Fire.
Annie Dec 2018
Tiger, Tiger,
in my head
stalking on the street
gazing at me like a prey
raising to your feet

Tiger, Tiger
in my heart
you hunt me down the road
your eyes are blades I cannot ward
My fear I cannot hold

Tiger, Tiger
in my dreams
your body lies in chains
but caught up in your mighty claws
you touch me calm and tame

Tiger, Tiger,
in my mind
I freeze under your eyes
But as I open up your locks
My fear and worry dies

Tiger, Tiger,
deep inside
I run away again
But everytime you run beside
And all will stay the same

— The End —