Life Reflection

My life is like a song being composed on a piano, It can go anywhere I want to take it, and if I make wrong choices the song sounds horrible. I can play it anyway I want, And one day I shall make this lonely song a duet. But as with all things of the world this song must come to an end, And I must finish this part of the sonatina, The Eternal Sonatina of my Spirit The Song that never ends.

Blood Moon

The bullet flew out of the gun and entered the body of a girl. Regardless of her outfit’s swanky style, the bullet pierced her body and through an order of events lead to her death. Though to the observer the death happened fairly quickly, the girl felt this conclusion to her mortality slowly end feeling an amount of pain far and above a trifle of agony. She opened her eyes to find her feet still planted on the ground as they had been before her unfortunate demise. In awe of her liveliness her eyes searched for clues to what had just happened. In a single gasp she saw a frightening sight. Before her gaping mouth was an exact duplicate of herself. Possibly it was her twin or maybe a clone but despite these optimistic possibilities she knew what it was or what it had been, for there was no doubt about it as the blade of a scythe slithered around her thin and measly torso. She grasped the scythes blade in an attempt that turned out quite vain to escape the farmer of souls. The final and last bonds between body and soul were snapped dragging her toward the shepherd of the dead. Through the crowd, through a car, and even through a wall she was dragged, hopelessly away. A startling chill ran through her mind and she felt a cold gloved hand grab her by the shoulder. In a single glimpse of her captor she saw the being nightmares are made of. Bleeding into the shadows of the day, the cloak of the figure was essence of sadness. Hooded by the cloak, his face was impossible to see past the darkness cast over his face.

“Follow me,” spoke his bone chilling voice. He flicked his wrist in the direction he was heading. Involuntarily her legs began following him.

“Huh, no, what’s going on!?” she franticly blurted attempting with all her might to control her legs. Before long they entered a brick walled alley. To her it appeared to go on forever. A startling sound drew her head to the area behind her. It was then that she found that the wall behind them, the very bricks which had formed the alley were moving in every which way now hiding the forgotten alley from the living’s eyes. The air around them began to get thin and chilly. Turning her head back from the mutating wall she found a sight that drained her soul of every last drop of solemn happiness. People or what seemed at first people sat leaned against the walls of the alley. The longer she looked at them the less she thought of them as people, for they were mutated to such a degree that some looked like chimps. Her hands, grabbed by the soul reapers hands, were lifted up to her ears.

“Do not listen to their cries, for if you do entirely you too will become one of them destroyed by time,” Death spoke releasing her hands. She tightened the hands on her ears, through the hands she could the muffled cries of those people, the sounds almost made her cry which was strange for her. The Sadness that filled her heart at hearing the cries was almost too great for her to bear. Within moments the cries faded into silence as they entered a part of the alley with an almost never ending darkness before them. The darkness seemed to accentuate just how cold it was causing her hands to immediately fold attempting in vain to conserve the non-existent heat resonating off her soul. At one point Death stopped walking forward and she had control over her legs once more. “What is your name?” he quietly asked.

“Serena,” she solemnly replied.

“This is as far as I go Serena; you must carry on alone until you meet with my Ally. He will escort you the rest of the way,” he explained. A compulsion pushed her to continue walking inward toward the never-ending darkness.

She did not know if it had been seconds, minutes, hours or even years before the saw a small glimmering but dim light at the end of the darkness. A figure stood here dressed similar to the way Death had except instead of a scythe he had a long sword which was stabbed into the ground. His eyes however glowed in a dim green aura, illuminating his demonic looking eyes. He pulled his sword from the ground and prevented her from walking with out slicing herself in half.

“You have two choices. Choice A. You can quench your curiosity by following me into the world of the dead where the Blood Moon sheds its light and has chosen you for a very powerful position. Choice B. You can return to life as if what has happened here never occurred. Your choice is the one you shall have,” he spoke softly.

I now ask you the reader, what you would do? Return to the world of the living to continue to enjoy your good times with your friends or continue to the world of the dead to obtain an unimaginable destiny. The Blood Moon only chooses one out of a million every time it awakens from its deep and profitable slumber.

What would you choose?

The Love Once Forgotten

By Ze Carrier

And I realized that I only loved one

The one who’s kindness, selflessness and over all greatness had won my heart.

And when I realized this my thoughts would turn to her on every occasion that they could.

As my thoughts began to stray they would only come to her.

Though her beauty was greater than any I had seen before

Twas’ not what had caused this magnification of feelings.

I had seldom heard her speak an unkind word about any.

But As I thought about the future

I knew my silent fears would come like a midnight's wind

Stop me from ever maintaining such a relation

And so I told her of my silent fears and we came to such conclusion

It would never last

And so we walked our separate ways

Years passed and she had not thought of our young love that we had left

I myself began to believe as she had that it was over and that relationship was part of the past

But years later when I forgot this part of my life we spoke again

Our friendship returned as did our love

And as it did so we realized in astonishing voices

We could not escape what feelings we had between us

The Protector

By Ze Carrier

As I did grasp my blade on that midnight somber

I did realize the fight was lost

A million to one was the tide

But I did stop my legs for I did remember on that midnight somber what I did fight for

I did fight for that girl

As I did grasp my blade on that midnight somber

I did remember times that were gone

An unrelenting girl who never gave up

That girl who had died in this unforgiving war as a testament of our enemy’s strength

I did fight for her memory and all she believed

As I did grasp my blade on that midnight somber

A tear of remorse did fall down my cheek

A memory unforgiving

That I did gashing through inches of armor, flesh and bones.

I did fight for greatest person I had known

As I did grasp my blade on that midnight somber

When all had been said and done

When a million to one had been the tide

I lay motion less on the battle ground floor my face plastered in a puddle of blood

I had fought and won for that girl

As I did grasp my blade on that midnight somber

I did view into the rising sun

A figure standing there stretching forth their hand

The girl I had fought for shedding but a single tear stretching her hand out as to greet me

I had protected this land for she

As I did grasp my blade on that midnight somber

Her vision before me

Her beauty immeasurable by any standards

I grasped her hand looking back but once at my spiritless corpse, so proud, so weak

I did fight for that girl and now I did join her

Regrets of a Deed Undone

Regrets of a Deed Undone By Ze Carrier

The pain of the pain unfelt

The vision of the un-seeable one

The sound of the music un-played

The regrets of a deed undone

These regrets do pain me

Unrelenting these do pain me

This throbbing mental pain

Pains of a deed undone

The blood of a wound not physical

Aggravation at the problem unsolved

Frustration of an unknowing foe

Aggravation of a deed undone

The invisible death of a friend

The un-seeable injuries of a buddy

The blindness of one who cannot hold their tongue

The blindness of a deed undone

New start?

I'm thinking this might be a good start to a book, not totally sure though:

The shadows of night crept away, usual I had woke up long before my wife who lay next to me in the bed. I smiled looking at her auburn hair, to think I had found a person so beautiful on the outside as they were on the inside proved to me I had chosen the right woman. Ah, but to see her smile was a joy no man could understand, thus I devised my plan. Slipping quickly out of the bed I snuck to the kitchen.

My hands found the ingredients necessary as my mind reviewed the moments of happiness that I had had with my wife, I would be a fool to ever leave her much as a man would be a fool leaving heaven. I stirred up the batter until it was of the right consistency and then poured it onto the pan, which had been heating on the stove, in small circles that, would in a matter of less than ten minutes or so, would become pancakes. My heart felt warm, every beat a joy.

Believe it or not I and my wife had been married ten years, we had three children. We lived in the land of Jehl, and we still had these strong feelings toward each other, we loved our children as any good parents would. Only half way through my making of the pancakes I heard a squeal from a door down the hall from the kitchen.

A Glimpse into my mind

Humans are interesting, We dwell on that which truely doesn't matter, looking and

loving the outside of a person. However with time these physical beauties will disolve. But the beauty which fools

cannot see, the beauty of a person on the inside, While appearances die Peronality will live on forever. If I were to find

a person who was as beautiful on the inside as a movie star, I would hug her and never want

to let go... only problem is I've found her and a wall keeps me from her a wall only I can see...

Because of this wall, because she will never feel for me, because she will only see me as a friend I have made my

decision, and my decision will stand. Every time I look to her my heart shall break, but ever

y time she smiles I will be happy, knowing I made the right choice. Proving that she

really is just like I believed from the beginning, happier without me. I only wish It was the same for me....