Slumped against the wall,
In just a second, my life had been flipped upside-down.
Wails from my sister as she gripped my shirt hard.
The tears staining like water drops on an oil painting.
Looking up from my now squatting position
I see the creature,
Tall, black, and winged, descending down to the track where it happened.
I remember,
Memories passing by at the speed of light,
I always thought that your memories only flew by,
When you yourself met Azrael
Yet here I am,
Blind to the world around me,
Trying desperately to cling to the memories of her
So the angel couldn’t take them away as well.
The tree our family protected had always bared five apples,
But now, one had fallen.
Dropping like a swallow, diving for it’s food.
The cold hard floor seemed almost comforting now. The flap of his wings, causing the tree to shake,
But the other four apples are firmly attached,
each connected to a thick branch,
Each still alive.
All rooted to the spot, unable to move.

I find myself, Shrunken into the chair
Moulded like play-doh
Sat after a long day,
Trying to forget the days occurrences,
Finally relaxing as if Nyx had grasped me.
Staring ahead,
As if trying to see life’s meanings,
A creature,
No bigger than a shiny pound coin,
Lowers itself into my line of site,
It’s eyes, locked on mine,
As if it was trying to communicate.
The long silky thread from which it hangs
Shimmers in the moon light,
Then Suddenly:
A Screech,
Blue Flash,
Scream.
What once was a room filled with peace and tranquillity
Was now controlled by Eris

I rise from the chair,
so slow that every creaking join echoed,
The forest nymph creating ripples in the silence.
I take slow steps towards the window,
The steps somehow booming
Above the chaos outside.
As the window edges Towards me,
I see the Carnage:
The crowds,
The Sceams,
Then
...
Silence.
...
As the people leave the house,

All the while,
This creature remains,
Unfazed by the Chaos,
Weaving it’s beautiful web,
As if Athena herself was sat opposite.

The anguish that she couldn’t contain at midnight ,
dawn always seemed to be her only constant companion.

I'm a dark moon
So don't try to convince me that
I have my own light,
Because at the end of the day
I hate myself in every single way
And I'm not going to lie to myself by saying
There is beauty inside of me that matters
So rest assured I will remind myself
That I am worthless, terrible Moon
And nothing you say will make me believe
I still deserve love
Because no matter what
I am not good to be loved
And I am in no position to believe that
Light doest exist within me
Because whenever I look at the Sun I always think
Am I so dark as they say?