The dull breeze swept through the stone corridor, its echo sending shivers down my spine. I forced myself to keep still. The wailing of ghouls would not break my concentration now. Brandon's eyes were as ice. They ceaselessly burned into mine, reading me as only the great warriors could read their enemies. The heat bore down upon us relentlessly. For a moment, I grinned. It was odd that despite everything, once again I was to come face to face with this man. I had risked drowning to escape him. I had battled vampires and faced death by burning. There is an irony in the will of the gods. I wondered if this was a punishment for my neglect to th
Chatting away with dear Emily,
Perhaps I should be with my family.
Oh well, the computer's already on
And soon my chance may be gone!
SBS has a good show, Em tells me,
And so I go to turn on the TV.
Alas! Alas! The reception's out!
I run around, and scream, and shout.
My rage turns to my Teddy bear,
And now I realise it wasn't fair
To force dear Leo to take the brunt,
But he did so, without a grunt.
I now turn my eyes to the broken antennae
And wonder if perhaps I make them sway
A picture will come, as clear as day.
But now, it falls apart when I move it,
It truly is a piece of shit.
'Oh dearest Zac,' Em comforts me,
Blood-red clouds gaze upon this
And the secrets smoke in
Detatched, devoid of meaning.
The Devil take thine tongue
And the Shadow take thine throne.
For every breath you take
The raging skies whisper
Secret vices to our mothers.
You see and past and you
Until I retreat into
And poisoned wines.
With a glint of eye
A warmth spreads
From your moulting wings.
Silent words screech
Malice to your eyes,
Like the scraped assent of
One thousand violins
And years of
For I have not
A broken-glass window, fogged by
silent sighs through a cold wind
Upside-down lizards, from roofs they grinned
And neath I lie, I stare; sorrowed and skinned.
The days come and go, counted by
Four of my friends, a brick for every month
Sometimes I scream, a mirror echoes the sounding
only two ears hear it, like hammer-on-metal pounding.
At Passers-by I stare with tarty envy
These spirits that jubilantly float about
Counting, I sit by a window to scout
Friendly night skies, jewels scattered throughout.
Pause, hold on a minute;