So…. I uploaded something… and it isn't a story.
Sorry?
This is a thing…. I don't know if I'll use this story to hold all of my random drabbles and stuff… I probably will.
Well, this certain thing is a poem that I wrote when I was bored. About Hollyleaf.
As if the internet weren't flooded with those already….
So, a line in this book called Out of my Mind inspired this poem. If you haven't read that story, I suggest you head over to your local library and check it out, because it is amazing and beautifully written. :)
That's all I have to say for now. Feathers out.
Envision, friend, a crystal,
Flawless, it may seem,
In every way it's perfect,
But, like my life, a dream.
I lived in an illusion,
A Utopia of life,
With a mother and a father,
And two brothers, free of strife.
My hair is a dark raven,
My eyes an emerald green,
I had a regal beauty:
A foolish, naïve queen.
But with storms there came a fire.
(Back then my thoughts were rash,
For I forgot that fires,
Tend to end in Ash.)
There was a hairline fracture,
An ugly broken seam,
It spread and split wide open,
Shattering the dream.
His blood, it taints my vision,
But I know he had to die,
I had to close the curtains,
And cover up the lie.
An avalanche had started,
Once just one stone was dropped,
The truth had caused a rockslide,
It was too late to stop.
I'm lost here in the tunnels,
And days and nights have passed,
My life had been a crystal,
But now it's broken glass.