ring around the rosy

pockets full of posy

ashes, ashes

we all fall down


ring around the rosy

Faster, faster, faster was all he heard (especially from the scary blonde girl), but building a ship was no easy feat. They needed that flying warship done soon and a certain Mother Earth needed to go back to sleep soon.

It was like they were all holding hands and spinning in a circle, getting excessively faster until he just wanted to stop and bend over and puke. Pressure and work and exhaustion, but it was all worth it in the end.

pockets full of posy

The pocket on his chest has some kind of flower in it; he doesn't know and doesn't really care. It too important of a day to care; his wedding.

She wanted an outdoor wedding so that was what happened. It was held in a little meadow, not far from Camp Half-Blood. Folding chairs were painted white and set in orderly rows, but they somehow managed to become scattered all over. An aisle was still distinct in the middle.

And he saw her start walking down the center, her beautiful brown hair in a simple braid and an even simpler white dress that was just amazing. [He knew she made it herself.]

ashes, ashes

Ashes flutter across his vision. Paramedics, police cars, and firetrucks' lights and sirens cause curious faces to peek out of the various windows around the street. He sits alone on the curb after being questioned thoroughly by some police men and is told to stay put until the fire is out.

Did they even see the earth lady? Couldn't they just stop for a moment and be glad they saved the boy? Be kind and stop blaming the poor orphaned boy for his own mother's death?

we all fall down

He plops down on the dirty ground and a few tears threaten to spill down his cheeks. He's not crying, no, those are tears of joy. The war is over, they won. His six best friends sit around him, smiles on their faces but all is silent.

Then he acts on impulse and says, "What do we do now?" And each of the seven faces has a grin from ear to ear.


Sorry I haven't posted in a while, but I just had a burst of inspiration so I wrote this in about twenty minutes and I'm actually pretty happy with it. Try to guess who it's about! (And yes, I am aware that "Ring around the Rosy" is a nursery rhyme about the Black Plague.)