Hi. Next Chapter. I WANT REVIEWS -sniffles- Will anyone review?
Please?
-yawns- Okay. Fine. Well, I decided I am going to influence my chapters with Edgar. XD He's a god. And Yeats. Hes is beautiful too.
This one is called;
Lost Fox, Calling Crow
He is still here.
Days have passed,
wind and ice
screaming and clawing at
the warmth that keeps
my castle;
my haunted sanctuary so safe.
The demons beg for their king
howling and rattling my
windows.
They want back the angel
I have so stolen from them.
He haunts my halls,
like a ghost.
He is pale,
but he glows.
He is a spector
and he brings
in his light.
He expells my monsters.
I am thankful
for his haunt.
His pacing and touching
he leaves peace in
his wake.
The snow fades.
He begs.
And I relent.
I follow in his wake,
as he sprints outside.
He is wrapped now
in more warmer clothing.
Fur and cloth.
He removes his gloves.
Brushing snow off
of bent branches.
The tree seems to
great him with enthusism,
as I veiw a single bud beneath
his gentle fingers.
He spares me a smile.
I offer him a laugh.
He disappears into the snow.
Like a fox on the hunt.
Brushing away snow.
Allowing the plants to grow.
And I hear them.
Demons in my wake.
I spin.
Crows in the tree.
They fly around me.
I can not hear my boy.
My angel is stolen by demons
on wings.
I call for him.
Silence.
I call again and appears.
I shiver,
he smiles.
I do not want him to leave.
'Inside'
I whisper.
But he stands before me still.
Stubborn is in his eye.
Why should he do as I say?
He let a smile slip
across his bluish lips;
' Come, its okay '
He replies.
My hand is warmed
by his own.
He drags me along.
Under the tree,
where crows fly to and fro.
And drags me on to my knees
then has me sit.
He is pleased.
He leans against me,
warming us.
I rest with him now under the tree.
He is asleep.
And I glance through the branches.
My Lenore.
I found you.
And will let you go
never more.
But demons.
They make other plans.