Twilight

Pink, orange and purple are spattered across the sky. Golden splashes swirl through the clouds making a path that seems fit for God himself. Dusty puffs float beneath his feet embracing the earth below in a fluffy blanket. Dusk slowly creeps in stealing away the magnificent color and replacing it with a light, hazy fog. The smell of moisture in the air comforts as the ground prepares for a subtle spring shower. The carpet of velvety green thirstily sips at the melodious gift. The world is slowly lulled by the sinking of the sun and is softly serenaded by the grand orchestra of chirping musicians. Peace wraps her arms around the weary child and rocks it gently in her arms. The child’s eyes droop lower and lower as it is tenderly cradled and crooned. Twinkling fireflies begin to appear in the night sky dancing and swaying with the rotation of the earth. Glowing moon chases them and sheds its mirrored light on the nocturnal inhabitance. An owl adds his baritone to the insect choir as his wise old eyes search out his flittering whiskered friend with the intention of inviting him up for a late night snack. Fortunately for the mouse this neighborly gesture is deftly eluded. All manner of creatures both great and small are driven from hiding to begin their nightly routine, but through it all the calming peace comforts each and every one.

Dawn Awakening

Deep, dark, drowning night. Yawning spectacle in bottomless hours of darkness creeps around as a hulking figure black and blue, a wicked bruise smudged across the sky. Stalking demons restless and alone cry out to warn of bitter end. Black beating drums carry them thrashing out their sporadic rhythm. Frightened death shrieks its outlandish and unearthly screams. Eeriness, an apprehensive tension dangling from a slim thread and when severed all Hell will break loose. Shivering, shuddering, shaking dread. Panic stricken figures emerge unable to hold back, flesh is all that stands in the way of their tearing off in every direction at once. Few are rescued from this world collapsing from sheer anxiety. Trembling stalks of unseen green wilt unwilling to stand firm, choosing tranquility over trepidation. Finally earth and sky are silent. Anger and fear hold their breath, controlling still the mortal minds. A sliver ever so slowly snakes its way over the horizon. It passes unnoticed except for a slight release of the taut hold grasped by the viciously malevolent Balrog. A thin fingering tendril stretches out winding carefully through the closely knit fabric of space. A quiet backdrop appears engulfing anger and swallowing up fear. The wispy shroud is no longer still and stirs, an apparition materializing from slumber. Feathery hillocks are outlined against the scene pointing true, locked as heavenly beacons of hope. A small tune grows from the gentle hum of the whispering wind to a trumpeting symphony with a grand melody floating on the breeze. Gradually the screaming demons flee and soft fluttering angels take their place, their songs gathering strength. The light periwinkle halo steals up overcoming the blemished sky and squeezing into each niche, crowding out every gloomy veil. Trembling ceases and fear abates as dawn awakens.

My Super hero

Indestructible
Not able to feel hurt.
I don’t want a superman.
Superman is callous but perfect.
Nonhuman, unfeeling, and impersonal.
I don’t need a hero man who can’t be shaken.
A rescuer yes, who will pull me from this monotony.
Someone to share my heartache and other human feelings.
I enjoy being rescued and protected sometimes; I’m not weak.
I can stand alone if need be, I only ask for someone to look up to.
I need guidance and protection often, but I also need caring and loving.
Superman cannot hurt he cannot feel he cannot love he can only save others.
I need someone who needs me; if he cannot break he does not need me.
A loving caring person who has heartache and can empathize mine.
Joy and happiness are warranted for a perfectly imperfect bond.
Perfect imperfection is not easily found or captured in heart.
Chaos is often valued as a gem above gems with him.
Confusion can sometimes be a stunning article.
Perfection is monotonous no matter what.
Life and reality are usually a mess.
This is for superman to worry.
Let him save mankind.
I want more.