Ruined CitiesPrologueUnder the cover of darkness and shadows the four dirty children had gathered in the forest. They had a rough, uncared for look to them, which was accurate, considering they were all orphans, as most children living in the ruins of the once glorious city were. Unlike the adults, who fought among themselves for scraps of food and shelter, guarding their territory viciously, the children of the city tended to ban together, meeting in private places to share scavenged food.As was the case that night. The four children, three boys and one girl had been friends as long as they could remember, meeting frequently under the cover of darkness to share their finds.."Look what I found!" Exclaimed the cute girl with blond curls and innocent brown eyes, producing two cans of unopened soup, well past their expiration dates. The cans were banged and dented. Five pairs of wide eyes gazed at them hungrily.The blond boy next to her grinned wickedly, pushing too long hair out of his blue eyes
That MemoryThat sound,Of rain on metal rooftops,Teardrops from falling stars.Of breaking hearts,like shattered glass.Remembering,Brings ghosts of the past.That song,like windchimes in the heart.Broken guitar strings,And crumpled paper,Poetry uninspired,By a mind torn apart.That image,That lives only in the head,When dreams take over,A reality of lies.The half remembered smiles,Clearer through the smoke,The sounds of ghostly crying,Only sleep provokes.That day,Never to be forgotten.The starry night air,And the sounds laughter.Bottles washed up on the sand,Filled with secret notes,And hopes,Of happily ever afters.That place,That brings it all rushing back.The moments,Stained on the soul,Like black ink on paper,Smudged by time.Balancing the tightrope,Forever walking the line.That smell,Of roses in the wind,Of hot summer days,spent walking the longest roads,Listening to words,Spoken on the wind,Whispering maybes,Of impossible unknowns.That Memory.