When hope is lost; as is glory,
There is naught to life than survival.

And what is Hate, without a reason?
And Love, the same ideal.

So as Hope is Lost,
Glory Hidden,
Hate Unreasoned,
And Love Forbidden,

What are we?

***

"China! Do something! Please!"

The pale, blood-covered woman didn't even look at her, staring wordlessly at the place she had last seen Skulduggery. Valkyrie gave up on her, rounding on the others. "Ghastly! Tanith! Fletcher! Open it!"

Fletcher Renn, however, did look at her. "I can't, Val. I don't have the Grotesquery. It's not possi-"

"Don't," she said, her voice teeming with hate, "you dare tell me that it is not possible. I will find a way. I, I… " her courage returned. "I will. I will find a way. And I will get him back."

***

Days later, after she had had time to go over Wreath's proposal, she carefully refused. It's not what He would have wanted, she had said. She could not say His name, and Wreath knew who she was talking about.

***

She found another way – after many visits to Gordon, her Uncle, Mentor, and Friend. Magic. Real magic. Spells, incantations, words with power.She became a sorceress and, almost like the Sea Hag, surrendered her name to magic. She had instant power, necromancy, various adept powers, elemental magic. She could do anything if she wrote the correct words, in the correct pattern.

Including calling a particular persons skull to her. It was so… so simple, so quick.

***

Without you, I strive, the lonliness
Blindly.

Blind in the lonliness,
I wait for you.

Waiting for you to save me
Wishing to feel,
You
In my arms again.

***

The first time she saw him, she collapsed, near dead with exhaustion. She had used far too much energy, In far too short a space of time.

But before she did, she uttered a word.

Or rather, a name.

So faint, it was less than a whisper.

"Skulduggery…"

***

Okay, well… hope you liked it!

I have been missing for a while – an old enemy of mine, School, came around, and brought his friend Homework, who re-intrduced me to Assignments, who doesn't work well with Fanfiction, so I had to leave you. #sob#

Anyway.. as Im sure you're thinking right now, my friends have weird names…

All Italics belonged to me, as they are some of my disturbed poems. Everything else, DEREK LANDY'S, peeps! Not mine…

Okay, Hope you liked!

.belle

(P.S. Yes I changed my name. I used to be Stargirl844)