[Hayley-Requiem] What night hides...
Night has folded the landscape into dark shadows, and a frigid cold settles into the ground.
She sits, a red leather journal resting open in her lap, a pen idle in her fingers as she watches a lone shooting star flicker briefly in and out of the sky.
Pinpricks of white diamond bright
the words blossom darkly across the white pages, she stares at them, embaressment flooding her with shame.
Against a sky of velvet night
She loves poetry, it calls to her. Words play in her mind, pulling to life the parts of her murdered a year ago.
Tracing lines to pattern make
My mind away it can take
She replays her evening of meeting AngelsamaelJulia Kincaid with regret, embaressment....fear.
Away the pain --- sharp and sweet
Full of sorrow and passions heat
Her spectacular loss of a good first impression to nerves and stupid ignorance
Away the scalding salty tears
Away the paralyzing fear
.....and the fear.
Offer the simple ache of joy
And tender kisses not a ploy
Faced without warning of the elder vampires alien beauty, and scalding intelligence....and the terror her attention evoked in her.
Bring me sweet serenity
It took every ounce of will, every bit of courage to maintain something only vaguely resembling a conversation...
Away the pain of being me
And not cower at her feet, waiting for either a blow, or a pat of approval.
She glances down at the ungainly scrawl of letters turned words. Words turned poetry, unable to.decipher what they mean she snaps the journal shut.
"You never were a star, Hayley, always just the flower against the wall."
She sits, a red leather journal resting open in her lap, a pen idle in her fingers as she watches a lone shooting star flicker briefly in and out of the sky.
Pinpricks of white diamond bright
the words blossom darkly across the white pages, she stares at them, embaressment flooding her with shame.
Against a sky of velvet night
She loves poetry, it calls to her. Words play in her mind, pulling to life the parts of her murdered a year ago.
Tracing lines to pattern make
My mind away it can take
She replays her evening of meeting AngelsamaelJulia Kincaid with regret, embaressment....fear.
Away the pain --- sharp and sweet
Full of sorrow and passions heat
Her spectacular loss of a good first impression to nerves and stupid ignorance
Away the scalding salty tears
Away the paralyzing fear
.....and the fear.
Offer the simple ache of joy
And tender kisses not a ploy
Faced without warning of the elder vampires alien beauty, and scalding intelligence....and the terror her attention evoked in her.
Bring me sweet serenity
It took every ounce of will, every bit of courage to maintain something only vaguely resembling a conversation...
Away the pain of being me
And not cower at her feet, waiting for either a blow, or a pat of approval.
She glances down at the ungainly scrawl of letters turned words. Words turned poetry, unable to.decipher what they mean she snaps the journal shut.
"You never were a star, Hayley, always just the flower against the wall."