Heh, heh. I mean, hello. Weh-ell, here we are. Um, seven months later. To be honest, I haven't been writing much lately, since senior year is just plain crazy. Plus, that whole I'm-unreliable thing hasn't changed. Anyway, I've returned to my beloved Place with No Mirrors at last, and where I am (five poems ahead, methinks) is kind of like "Part Two" or something. Really, the actual plot may be beginning soon.
I know that I'm unconventional and confusing and almost never update and aren't even that good all the time, so thank you for sticking with this story. I will return the favor by sticking with it as well.
WARNING: Lack of capitalization, and the usual vagueness.
CLAIMER: Yes, all mine! Except the cursed prince into beast thing. Yeah. I'm actually okay with claiming this one, because I like it (it's original, which is nice), especially the last two stanzas.
Beast: Oblivion
it's
unbelievable
that I'm
home once more
I can't
believe
that I am
home
it's
unbelievable
it's as
it was before
I can't
believe
I'm not
alone
someone
commanded the magic
to carry
me here
and I
sometimes hear movement
next to my
bed
someone
commanded the magic
and
trailed me near
and I
sometimes hear movement
feel a
hand on my head
I'm just
waking up
I'm
almost asleep
I'm
half-way between
awake and
in bed
carry on,
brave soul
no cause
to weep
I'm
half-way between
the living
and dead
In case of (slash, in anticipation of) confusion, this is narrated by El Beast. Hurrah.
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