PilarSama

“A Fair Man”I seek a fair man His locks of ebony opposed to your own Fair hair Two wide orbs Blue crystals of fear A tear falls, shared with mine own From his crystalline eyes Eyes like a tempest sea Where is the fair man I seek his face White in like to the fair snow And thin in like to the dark crow Black is both bird and man, in garb and wing Did they take him from me Will I see his bird like visage again Or know his eyes only in dream?

One worn boot, More ragged, more wrinkled Both are black Left less than right Who chanced with left And ignored right? Rather than two One worn boot

“Hooded Eyes”The hooded eyes look on me And the crooked smile appears I smile back And a thin hand squeezes mine As I look over his body He bends his neck downwards Slender lips press on my taken hand And the cowled eyes still hold me My other hand cups his face, Traveling over sharp features A cheek, a jaw, a chin Those lips break away and Curl into a grin once more The sharpened countenance Rests on my searching hand A smile comes to me As lean fingers play down my outstretched arm And then the other Our bodies meet As do lips We part for one heart beat And I hold onto his hooded eyes

Thank God the others aren’t here, thought Kimberly Alexander, her blonde hair wafting in the autumn wind. Crouched precariously on her perch, she surveyed the damage of New York from a building that could have once been recognized as the Sears Tower. The lime-scaled woman grasped the remaining eagle fixture with her hard claws and scanned the horizon. The sky seemed to turn a blood red in the oncoming dusk, all too appropriate for the series of events that had recently taken place. Deciding now was the time to move on, she unfurled her huge leathery wings and dove off the building, letting the updraft lift her into the crimson sky. The dra...