I am SafeI am aloneUpon the throne.Door locked.Peace.Steps outside the doorSoft and stealthyCreek, creek, creek.They go up the stairs.Overhead a crysuprise, frightPounding feetDown the stairsThe nob jiggles,Pounding, pounding, pounding,A terrible scream.I am safe, nothing can touch me.Blood runs under the door.
The StormStreams flow through the skyIn graceful shapes they go byRain falls on my face
CasualIt was late. Vague music played as the eerie glow of a computer screen lit the small room. Blaise sat staring at the monitor, wide-awake despite the late hour. She knew she would be Summoned soon, and she sat at the ready. For days her sister had sensed a coming evil. Lessien had determined that this malevolence was somehow connected with her scrying, though the visions she received were unusually indistinct and unhelpful. They were filled with a golden, endless nothing, and the only times they showed anything else it was of a man leering evilly over her. Lessien could sense danger in this, though, and Blaise trusted that. Her sister had never been wrong before. Though Blaise didn't expect the Summons to come tonight - she expected it sometime the next morning - she sat at the ready anyway.Outside it was snowing hard, just like it had been since midnight. Tomorrow held the promise of being a snow
Walking in LoveI've walked in LoveMore than you do knowI've traveled whereThe red roses growI've pricked my finger,And worse my pride,Walking in Love withoutSomeone by my sideI've done worse than prickThe truth be toldI've cut myself deepLooking for someone to holdThat I walk aloneIs my own doingThat no one comes to meCourting or wooingI'm afraid, you seeAfraid of being hurt againAnd this fear keeps me awayUntil time works its mend
Out of TimeI haven't always been a cat. I was, in fact, at one time a relatively happy human being. Inside I still am one. Thanks to that witch, though, I'm a cat to everyone else. At least, I think it was the witch who changed me. It might actually have been the cats themselves who transformed me to save me from the witch's curse. A little known fact if you ever happen to be in a magical duel: curses aimed at humans don't "stick" to animals. Regardless of how it happened, though, I'm still a cat.When a person becomes a cat, they learn some new things. For example, that scraggly old cat I used to know at Mr. Fluffybottom is really a cat elder, Blazing Dawn. He's much more impressive now that I'm a cat. Thankfully he seems to be more amused than annoyed by the name I used to call him. He was the one to teach me most of what I know about being a cat. I know