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ClawedBeauty101
Jun 2018
Letter Written By: Anonymous
Gender: Unknown
Location: Classified
Time: Unsure
Alright, my fellow partners, your patience has paid off, you will now see, my promise was never scoffed
Please do, put your wonders and theories aside, I beckon, let victory and rest abide
I have seen her... Indeed I have... No Lie, I can assure.
If I may, introduce the beginning, with a normal work day for me, doing her bidding...
"Ma'am? Tis a brighter morning then usual I can assure you. The flowers in your fathers garden are full and blue"
With Pleasure I spoke as I knocked upon her white wooden door that blended in with the walls and floor.
"Tis nice dear worker, close friend... to hear such happy things... but it's those things that, very soon, disappear in the end... "
I lightly laid a gentle hand over the ****, and I not even through this letter, can I describe the ice biting concern that throbbed.
"Ma'dam, Dear lady, forgive me, but this close friend, has not seen Thy self for days, has our bond growth weak?"
Thy Ma'dam chose not to speakth for a time. My shallow mind began to think that my words, her ears, have chosen to decline
".... Dear?" I voiced with hesitation. But comfort soon sprouted once her door unlocked it'self to me, to reveal the situation
With caution and a sense of danger, I entered my self into the room... the room that changed... along with her
How do I explain’th without sounding as if I have lost it?
Physically, nothing of the room was altered, but... the mentality and purpose of the room was disordered.
My eyes wavered on what was once colorful, and lovely, but is now dark.. but depressingly beautiful.. quiet a discovery...
"You've entered. Desperate to see'th me? Come closer then Thy servant, if you summon your agree,
"I do Ma'dam, I would not swear my life on a lie to thee. If I am, in a second, my heart, I ****"
Deep apologies for my impatient and anxious course of my next actions. Because through it, I felt a cold rock scrapping force.
I ran... Indeed I ran, how childish of me I will admit. But my feet magnetized themselves to ground, the darkness would not permit.
"....My... my Dear Ma'dam?" I questioned, for there she gracefully stood, but deathly she starred at me, and distressful, I forgot to mention.
"Your right... it is a bright morning..." She said as black lip smile formed upon that gorgeous pale face.
Very slowly, she'd walk along the side of the curtain so more light may be revealed. Alas such glory!
"I am ashamed of you, you see me in shadows cloak... You have now witnessed the brokenness Pain provoked."
"But, my Dark Ma'dam! Why display your distress in such an abyss of a dress?"
I questioned as I knelt at her highness's feet, the feet that had slipped into darkness; Defeat.
"Rise'th now, my brilliant friend, it is the time I stand weak where you must stand strong. A phase everyone goes through; and yes, it maybe long."
...I should'th rise... but my weak heart was rebellious to her commands... I refused... I declined to stand
Her breath did quicken, yes, a heavy burden hand laid'th on my shoulder... and it pressed
"Forgive me... Princess" I quickly spoke'th as I rose and dared to look into her eyes of starry highness.
"What I display... I dare not hide, for it is wise to release these mournful memories... to let them go... to let them die..."
I felt guilty... I'm afraid... that I felt so scared to stand alongside her... after making such a statement... cursed fear...
"Go... Do tell me when a brighter morning comes to visit me... I hope'th, that it'll be soon, possibly on the same day of the new moon..."
"A new moon? For sure Ma'dam? I don't mean to flaunt, but I feel it's necessary to warn you... those nights are quit the trap... quit the threatening haunt..."
She didn't speak'th a word, those cold shouldered eyes spoke words I didn't think eye could speak; I heard.
She turned her laced corset back towards my direction, closing the conversation, leaving my mind in suspension...
and with my pupils rearrange in focus on the sorrowful expression on my devoted one's face, I left her presence, my happiness erased...
Can you see? Can you see the desperate help she is in? and yet you, your family, you fear-filled chickens of a flock tell me join in?
I must end this letter and not tell you anymore... If you truly cared.. I know you would come back.. if you honestly dared...
I am not fully sure what I must do'th for my dear Ma'dam Princess...
But I know the poor thing... Is the Dark Ma'dam of Distress
Gender: Unknown
Location: Classified
Time: Unsure
Alright, my fellow partners, your patience has paid off, you will now see, my promise was never scoffed
Please do, put your wonders and theories aside, I beckon, let victory and rest abide
I have seen her... Indeed I have... No Lie, I can assure.
If I may, introduce the beginning, with a normal work day for me, doing her bidding...
"Ma'am? Tis a brighter morning then usual I can assure you. The flowers in your fathers garden are full and blue"
With Pleasure I spoke as I knocked upon her white wooden door that blended in with the walls and floor.
"Tis nice dear worker, close friend... to hear such happy things... but it's those things that, very soon, disappear in the end... "
I lightly laid a gentle hand over the ****, and I not even through this letter, can I describe the ice biting concern that throbbed.
"Ma'dam, Dear lady, forgive me, but this close friend, has not seen Thy self for days, has our bond growth weak?"
Thy Ma'dam chose not to speakth for a time. My shallow mind began to think that my words, her ears, have chosen to decline
".... Dear?" I voiced with hesitation. But comfort soon sprouted once her door unlocked it'self to me, to reveal the situation
With caution and a sense of danger, I entered my self into the room... the room that changed... along with her
How do I explain’th without sounding as if I have lost it?
Physically, nothing of the room was altered, but... the mentality and purpose of the room was disordered.
My eyes wavered on what was once colorful, and lovely, but is now dark.. but depressingly beautiful.. quiet a discovery...
"You've entered. Desperate to see'th me? Come closer then Thy servant, if you summon your agree,
"I do Ma'dam, I would not swear my life on a lie to thee. If I am, in a second, my heart, I ****"
Deep apologies for my impatient and anxious course of my next actions. Because through it, I felt a cold rock scrapping force.
I ran... Indeed I ran, how childish of me I will admit. But my feet magnetized themselves to ground, the darkness would not permit.
"....My... my Dear Ma'dam?" I questioned, for there she gracefully stood, but deathly she starred at me, and distressful, I forgot to mention.
"Your right... it is a bright morning..." She said as black lip smile formed upon that gorgeous pale face.
Very slowly, she'd walk along the side of the curtain so more light may be revealed. Alas such glory!
"I am ashamed of you, you see me in shadows cloak... You have now witnessed the brokenness Pain provoked."
"But, my Dark Ma'dam! Why display your distress in such an abyss of a dress?"
I questioned as I knelt at her highness's feet, the feet that had slipped into darkness; Defeat.
"Rise'th now, my brilliant friend, it is the time I stand weak where you must stand strong. A phase everyone goes through; and yes, it maybe long."
...I should'th rise... but my weak heart was rebellious to her commands... I refused... I declined to stand
Her breath did quicken, yes, a heavy burden hand laid'th on my shoulder... and it pressed
"Forgive me... Princess" I quickly spoke'th as I rose and dared to look into her eyes of starry highness.
"What I display... I dare not hide, for it is wise to release these mournful memories... to let them go... to let them die..."
I felt guilty... I'm afraid... that I felt so scared to stand alongside her... after making such a statement... cursed fear...
"Go... Do tell me when a brighter morning comes to visit me... I hope'th, that it'll be soon, possibly on the same day of the new moon..."
"A new moon? For sure Ma'dam? I don't mean to flaunt, but I feel it's necessary to warn you... those nights are quit the trap... quit the threatening haunt..."
She didn't speak'th a word, those cold shouldered eyes spoke words I didn't think eye could speak; I heard.
She turned her laced corset back towards my direction, closing the conversation, leaving my mind in suspension...
and with my pupils rearrange in focus on the sorrowful expression on my devoted one's face, I left her presence, my happiness erased...
Can you see? Can you see the desperate help she is in? and yet you, your family, you fear-filled chickens of a flock tell me join in?
I must end this letter and not tell you anymore... If you truly cared.. I know you would come back.. if you honestly dared...
I am not fully sure what I must do'th for my dear Ma'dam Princess...
But I know the poor thing... Is the Dark Ma'dam of Distress
Just a Story I had in my head for the past couple of days... I hope you like it..
This poem is surrounding the fact on how important it is to reach out to those in darkness, to those who are in need, to those who are in help
No matter how far they have fallen, nor how scary the situation is. If it is something the Lord wants you to do, you need to trust it and run with it. And do whatever is necessary to reach out to those who are lost in darkness... some are afraid, some think it's a waste of time, and some choose to ignore the help others need. The narrator IS YOU. WHAT WOULD YOU DO in a situation LIKE THIS!? Are you willing to take the risk?
I have considered writing another one, but most likely not. if you want me to, write in the comments below.
This poem is surrounding the fact on how important it is to reach out to those in darkness, to those who are in need, to those who are in help
No matter how far they have fallen, nor how scary the situation is. If it is something the Lord wants you to do, you need to trust it and run with it. And do whatever is necessary to reach out to those who are lost in darkness... some are afraid, some think it's a waste of time, and some choose to ignore the help others need. The narrator IS YOU. WHAT WOULD YOU DO in a situation LIKE THIS!? Are you willing to take the risk?
I have considered writing another one, but most likely not. if you want me to, write in the comments below.
David Huggett Apr 2013
Dam it Dam it Dam it.
David Huggett
Apr 2013
Why can't we free ourselves
it lingers over us like a beast and stunts our growth
I'll make my way before you leave anyway
Thinking back to where you once stood
You never tried to make our house a home
I'll find my place among the graves stones and wilting flowers
today is the day I will make my statement
before I even had the chance, and make a happy life.
it lingers over us like a beast and stunts our growth
I'll make my way before you leave anyway
Thinking back to where you once stood
You never tried to make our house a home
I'll find my place among the graves stones and wilting flowers
today is the day I will make my statement
before I even had the chance, and make a happy life.
B J Clement Jun 2014
Being Bernard- Continued
B J Clement
Jun 2014
Izak Walton, it was his fault! I was hooked. I read and re read The Compleat Angler. I could have quoted chapter and verse. Something had to be done! there was a brook nearby, at the edge of the wood it's crystal waters contained Red Throated Sticklebacks, I was thinking of something bigger, my mind was full of fifty pound Pike and Carp as fat as pigs, goodness knows where they were to come from, at that age my mind only took one step at a time. I needed to dam the brook, that was certain, I borrowed Dad's new *****, building a dam couldn't be that difficult, I found a good place to start, where there had once been a silted up pool, If I built a good dam where the brook ran between high banks, it would soon start to form a wide pool. I started digging on Saturday morning and dug all day. Dad used to call me his "little digger" but he spelled it differently! After digging all day, I stuck Dad's new ***** into the turf by the dam and climbed an Ash tree so that I could get a good view as the dam filled up, which it did, quite quickly. No one had seen me at work, apart from the mad horse, which used to come charging up from time to time, It had broken the legs of the farmers son, the year before, but I used to jump into a hole in the middle of a very prickly gorse bush, and wait till it got bored, after five minutes it would wander off and chase the geese on the other side of the field. Then work could continue for another hour or so. I began to get excited as the dam filled and my thoughts turned to fish, where could I get some fish? while my attention was occupied with thoughts of large carp the farmer suddenly appeared walking towards the dam and looking particularly bad tempered. I have to say that he was not the least bit pleased to see the results of my labours! He siezed my dads new *****, which I had so carefully broken in and he cut the dam wide open! I still remember the roar as the water gushed out of my dam. The farmer had not seen me, I was sixty feet up in the tree, his gaze was focussed on the things nearer the ground. He didn't like me and he wore clogs, they could hurt if if he kicked you, (I speak from painful experience. ) "Bernard, do you know where my new ***** is?" I shook my head. "Well do you?" "I can't say that I do dad". Oh the shame of it has haunted me ever since! Next time I build something, I will need to find a better spot. A tree house might be just the thing! more anon.