One.A small girl of around 5 or 6 stood in the doorway.The harsh wind swept through her raven black hair, lifting off her face to reveal her gaunt bony features and a porcelain complexion.Her grey eyes were deep and sunken into her head and looked weary but still they seemed to be alive with rage.Her thin black dress clung to her scrawny figure, ribs gutting out of the material which was old, ripped and dirty.In one skeletal hand she clutched a battered teddy bear with droopy head which looked as unkempt as the girl.In her other hand she held a knife which glittered in the daylight, sun rays reflecting off the droplets of blood.She looked up at the man in the door way and he met her eyes A perverse smile crossed her lips.A strong gust of wind caught the air which made the teddy bears head drop more, as if it couldnt bear to watch.
Ghost of cantervilleThe angles eyes grew dim with tearsAs she laid him down to rest.Under the stars of the hemlock flowerWhere earth is soft and grass is greener.There is no need for futile dreamsTicking clocks nor flowing sands,Moon unmasks her silver faceTo listen to the nightingales song.Blessed peace the angel gave -To learn love is greaterDeath have mercy on the faithless soul!Let him rest his weary eyes.Then almond blossomedAnd danced with the moon,To the sound of the nightingales waltzIn the garden where a ghost does lie,Leaving all at peace in Canterville.
Auriel Ch1 Pt3Auriel waited patiently for Rose. She half heartedly smiled to herself and sung her lullaby, her song haunting the waves of the air, echoing round her grand chamber.Eric neared the palace, gliding along the pathway as if he were a spectre with a trail of guards behind him marching noiselessly, struggling to keep up.Eric stopped suddenly outside the palace gates which towered menacingly over him as if challenging his power though failing to match his strength presence and elegance.Tonight. Erics icy voice struck the air. He paused and turned to face his entourage.Tonight you saw nothing. You heard nothing. He paused again and glanced into the yes of his audience who all looked away quickly, afraid to meet his eyes.Most importantly, you felt nothing. Spare no compassion to those who dare speak against me. This is my kingdom. Anything that lives in it is mine. Remember you own nothing. Even you lives are mine to take A perverse smile crossed