Slideshow of Fears and Despair

Star Gaze

It's been too long.
All the stars are not where they belong.
All of these clouds, all of these nights
Somehow don't fit very right.

For every dusk to dawn
Another deceased swan.
Heartbroken and tears
All night there are fears.

And All throughout the day
The stars will appear in the fray.
People will cheer and people will die.
Wounds and lies leaves us a big why.

And all through the night,
The sky will fade away in fright.
Graves will shatter
And the hopes and dreams for all to scatter.

All throughout the Night
Dreams and Stars fade tonight
Leaving us nothing but our blood sweat and tears
Starving hysterically naked with the peers.

But all the stars will remain.
For dwarf the lives that are drained.
Heartbroken and tears
Through the eternal night of fears.

Nocturnal Demise

Once upon a night.
There was a girl who had a fright.
Claiming to have seen an Owl
It was dark and devious and unleashed a howl.
She was even more frighten and dropped out of bed.
Landing on the floor with her fragile head.
The window shunned opened as the owl vigorously looking at her.
Within seconds, a beam of power had transfer.
The girl levitated off the floor and glide through the nocturnal night.
Of where she was turned into her little fright.
She was now the Owl.

Once figuring, she unleashed an agonizing howl.
She just wandered and pandered the streets.
Not flying, for she was looking for sweets.
Stressed, nervous and insane, she tore through a window.
But without thought, the glass didn't break and there behind the counter was a widow.
Ancient in her age, she greeted the Owl with a grungy greeting.
The girl who was now the owl felt like she seen her before in a meeting.
The widow instantly tossed a dagger at the owl.
In agony and fright, rather crying she unleashed a small growl.
Her wing shifted and tossed the widow back and injured her back.
Faded through the window, with blood trickling down her chest, knowing she was really attacked,
She headed back to her house, finding her parents mourning the lost of their daughter.
The father saw the owl and threw a shoe at her, her eyes was now filled with water.

No where else to roam or live.
Flying eternally through the near morning sun relive,
Continue thinking through her mess and what magic had caused her to ruin her life.
Finding a sparkle down below, it was a worn out knife.
Thinking hard and long about her next action.
Stabbing herself in simply nocturnal demising satisfaction.