Power seeker:

You claw your way to the top.
Each rung of the ladder gets you higher.

You've back stabbed and lied to gain the advantage, manipulated and hated to reach the next rung.

You finally made it to the top of the stairs after all these years.

But the stairs are actually upside down and you haven't climbed anything. You've only descended into a pit of hell.

With devils and demons at the bottom with you.

You lie and deceive just like these demons. You use treachery and half-truths, just like them. You plot and scheme, just like them. You lust after more power, just like them.

Look in the mirror now, power seeker.

You are a devil.

i'm a colorful person
i have a very colorful soul
i have eyes as blue as oceans
and boots as yellow as gold
hair that changes like the weather
an aura that's like a rainbow
and whenever we're together
i'm sure that my face glows.

Summertime is wonderful for many things, not the least of which is the delightful sound of children playing all throughout the neighborhood.

Children laughing and giggling as they're racing along the sidewalk. And then suddenly, almost without warning, the wind turns cold, and the streets become empty.

The echoes of joy and laughter have gone from the neighborhood streets, replaced by the clanging chains hitting the road as the buses roll on by.

You can almost hear the pied piper of schooldom prancing through the streets, enchanting the young ones away, far away, far from their parents and homes.

The streets are quiet and empty.