Elvish Poem for the DeadTime to see death once again,We mourn not for the departed souls.They are at Her side again.They are finally Home.Upon them she looks;Judging them to her whim.Those who have led lives so pure,Will be born again once more,As midnight stars,Whose wisdom we look upon each eve.We gaze at out brethren through the trees.
They Took the Flowers.Sara sat huddled in the corner of her cell, a single daisy in hand. She was singing a lullaby and looking around fearfully. Her skin was sickly pale, dark circles around her pale blue eyes. Her white hair was tangled and matted. Sara wore a plain white dress and no shoes.She was eight when she had first arrived at Morning Brook Asylum. Her mother had taken her there when she had started hallucinating... and speaking to herself. Sara was a normal child until then, no one knew what had caused her psychotic break. A multitude of doctors were assigned to the girl, but even with their extensive treatment, Sara's condition worsened by the day. The only comfort she had at the institution were the flowers. Every day she was taken out to the garden. And every day she picked a single flower.Sara's caretaker and doctor, Dr. June Gerard, stood outside the cell watching Sara. She slowly and gently opened the door."Sara.. It is time to go for a walk." June said in a soothing, caring to
CurseAshes burn and decay,Taking my sanity away.Withering into death,As I take my final breath,I curse the earth and my birth.