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The dance of the dragons, tis a beautiful thing
They movie like clockwork, you can see the cogs spinning
The intricate moves and crisp steps
The mesmerising work of the devils pets
The short little twirls, the intricate footwork
You cannot imagine that hell is where these creatures lurk
You look into the beasts eyes
And then, abruptly, you get surprised
You wonder how such a thing of beauty
Can do the work of killing people, such a filthy duty
You look deeper and deeper into its heart
And find that from the heart, its soul is a world apart
No, no, its soul lies in the depths of the universe itself
And the dragon does these jobs in fear that its soul the universe would engulf
This saddening story lifts you into a different world
A type of wold that in your childhood was unheard
Your eyes go further, and look at the beings scales
Overlapping each other like the numerous childrens fairy tales
In which the dragon was the evil one
And the prince the person who used to get the work done
Its body is much like the touch me not flower
It closes into itself as soon as it feels that someone else is in power
Of how it thinks and what it does
Its nostrils flair up when the creatures angered
When its thoughts and emotions get entangled
It opens up its giant wings
And out of them falls a ring
This ring is only given to those it trusts
He gives them so that he remembers these people
Even when his memory rusts
And then his scales close up again
Hiding each other bit by bit
There are so many its like the layers of puff pastry
Although this thing beauty is not a delicacy
Its face is sculpted, sharp features like the tip of its tongue
Its eye defined with long eyelashes
But this particular creatures lip has been stung
By the sword of a mighty god
And to think, these were the people we used to call lord
How can we do such a thing?
When the lords themselves are doing such incomparable things
Its cheek bones are highlighted
Due to the dusky black of the skin underneath
But also due to the blood dripping from the same skin
After an epic battle with lots of fighting
I never thought I would see such a magnificent creation

And when I did, it was more mystical than my imagination….

She sleeps in a cardboard box at night, while we sleep on a soft cloud-like bed

She smiles not because she is happy, but because she still has hope

She has arguments with herself because she doesn’t have anyone left in her life

She sits on the curb of the street,

Waiting for a kind-hearted soul to come by

And give her shelter

She will not eat food given to her for free, due to her pride, or whatever scraps are left of it

She wears the same clothes day on day without even having a care whether her shoes will “match” the colour of her clothes

Not because she doesn’t have a sense of fashion, but because she doesn’t have the privilege to wear any shoes, nor a lot of clothes for that matter

She cleans her little house daily, but if I can call it a house or not I am unsure

It is more like one of those dens children make when they are little

But she isn’t having fun in hers

She has infections and diseases but fights through them

Everyday

No stopping, no resting

Not because she is busy, but because

She knows that if she rests, she might not wake up the next day

Her hands are crooked, but she loves having them

Her eyes are weary and show her sorrow, I guess that’s another reason that she smiles

Her clothes are no more than patchwork pieces

But she loves them so

She didn’t go to school but speaks fluent English, even though she still has that cockney accent

People see her every day, but do not go near

Only due to fear

Fear of what her frustration will make her do

Fear of all of the feelings, depression, sorrow, and anger, all cooped up in one person

They don’t go near her to help, because of all of these things fitted into one sentence

One, very lonely sentence

It is the fear of the unknown

What is freedom, but the liberty to speak your heart out

To run through the grass unafraid and carefree

Being able to do whatever you want to

For the whole world to be yours to see

What is freedom, but having no boundaries

To not be held in captivity

To be an eagle without a cage

To fly till you reach the place

Where the horizons meet the sea

What is freedom, but feeling the warm summer breeze

While you lay your head so that you can ease

The nagging fears stopping you

From being whoever you want to be

What is freedom but making your own choices

And getting rid of those silly voices

That think they can tell you what to do

But only get ridiculed and look like fools

What is freedom but chasing the moon

The sun, the stars, your dreams

Chasing everything you wanted

Not walking but making your way into the world with bounds and leaps

What is freedom

But all of these things

Being able to hum your own tune

Even though you don’t know how to sing….

Oh great house of mine
I have never said thank you at all
So thank you for letting me prosper within your walls
Thank you for holding me in your arms
And thank you for letting me sleep in your palms
Thank you for keeping me warm when it’s cold
And thank you for watching over me while I grew old.

I once saw a deer, on a hot summers evening,
Galloping, dancing and prancing,
Just doing what deer do…
The suns light shone upon the beautiful creature’s body
And it was perfectly magical
But then, a man in a sandy uniform slowly tread…
And in the glare he had in his emerald green eyes
It seemed as though he wanted to finish something once and for all
I knew what terrible thoughts passed through his mind…
I shouted with all my lungs
But either everyone was ignoring me or they just didn’t care
After all I am a little girl!
And suddenly the fatal move was made
With a loud deafening BANG!
As I saw blood strewn all over its body
I knew that that was the last I saw of that poor creature.
Well, at that moment, I realized something…
How cruel the world really is.
I started to feel a terrible pain
As if all the magic and wonder was sucked out from me and from my brain
and from all the world
But I still think of that terrible day
When magic and beauty lay slain…
But I still don’t understand after all why?
Oh! Why?

Love is:
A little smile,
A word of cheer,
A bit of care from someone near.
A little gift from the ones held dear
It doesn’t matter if you were to give a shout from a garden
Or even Australia
They would still be able to hear

Giving love is just like trading
Giving some to people and then getting
Giving little hints in everyday things
When people say:
“Oh yes! it’s your birthday!”
With a little spring
Making cookies with care and hope
While a little song for you they sing
In their small thank you and kisses
for you to find out that nobody else will
except the ones that love you!

The rain turns into snow

And cold winds start to blow

Instead of wearing sandals

You start to light up candles

The trees that used to host the birds that did tweet

Are now left freezing and lonely as they retreat

The grass that always used to be green

Now starts to shiver under the snowy white sheen

The house that used to give shade from the sun

Now shields people from the cold winds blowing on them!

The doors are creaky

The floorboards are squeaky

The bats are flapping their wings

The willow outside

Is shouting in its loudest voice

Please help this poor soul

The wind blows in cold

And the writing is bold

Saying, please get me out

The doors all fly open

The lights all shut off

And a dark figure walks in

The storm gets even louder

And the thunder starts clapping

In praise for the dark figures deed

In the morning I am awaken

Terrified when I see

The writing in bold

The doors are open

Letting in air that is cold

And the muddy tracks of the big heavy boots!

Packed your sunglasses

Check

Packed your sun hat

Check

Packed your water bottle

Check

Packed your chair

Check

Got your money

Check

Got your car keys

No

Got your mobile

No

got your swimsuit

Check

Did you say no?

Check

Well find it then

Come on! Let's go to the beach,

We haven't got all day!

Hurry up and find your keys

Is it in between your clothes

Yep!

Then let's go

Mum, there's just one thing missing

And what's that dear?

The sun