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Danger

They say it’s dangerous to live near the forest where the elves are. They say the elves rob and kill unwary travellers, that they steal children and replace them with their own. I know that’s not so. I live near the forest and the elves are safe.

The Sun, the Moon, the Stars to Me: A Poem

To me you are the sun, my love
The fire of my world
The glorious blaze that warms my days
And shines so high above

To me, my love, you are the moon
The moon so round and full
Your circling dance and gentle gleam
Will always lift my gloom

To me, my love, you are the stars
The jewels of the sky
The guiding lights for travellers lost
So bright, so fair, so high

I’d love to be the world to you
My sun, my moon and stars
So let me bask beneath your light
And admire you from afar.

Abyss of the Birds

The abyss is Time with its sadness, its weariness. The birds are the opposite to Time; they are our desire for light, for stars, for rainbows, and for jubilant songs.

Olivier Messiaen

Time passes. Each moment is stitched to the next, the seams so small you’ll never see them. You thought the water was cool at first, but now it freezes your skin. You thought the wind was a whisper, but now it screeches and scratches in your ears. Yet nothing has changed. Only the moments that have been passing, one by one by one. Time passes and everything in its path is ground down to dust.

Every Heart a Doorway Analysis, Chapters 7 & 8: Cocoa & Her Skeleton, in Rainbows Clad

Warning: contains spoilers.

In Chapter 7, the team deals with stress by drinking cocoa. In Chapter 8, Jack and Christopher lead Loriel’s bones to her final resting place. These are both short chapters so I’m dealing with both of them at once.

Finished—

Sometimes, they even finished each other’s—

—sentences. At least in the beginning, when they were young and new. The world named them Twins, and kept them together, one unit, sharing clothes and beds and hearts. As they grew they named themselves individuals, sisters, plural. Still close, so close. Sometimes, they even finished each other’s—

Dine with me: a poem

If you’d be so kind
to dine with me tonight
Give your time tonight
if you’re so inclined
I will bring some pie
while you try not to pry
into the lies I tell
Time will fly
You’ll stay behind
We’ll eat ’til the light
dies in the sky
You will not whine
though you may sigh
at the meat soaked in brine
You’ll say it’s fine
You’ll say it’s not dry
and then you will try
to never dine
with me or mine
again.

Angelica and Eliza in Hamilton: Political Ambition vs. Personal Stability

Hamilton is a musical about legacy. It examines the concept from several different angles – what is a legacy worth, what control do you have over your own legacy, how far would you go to protect it? This is very evident in the political parts of the plot, but it also comes through in the personal aspects, namely, his relationship with Eliza and Angelica, and how those relationships develop over the course of the story. In many ways, these personal relationships, as presented in the musical, leave more of a legacy than the fighting and writing. Let’s dig into that, shall we?

Every Heart a Doorway Analysis, Chapter 6: The Bodies We Have Buried

Warning: Contains spoilers

In Chapter 6, the group has formed! On Eleanor’s request, Jack, Kade, Nancy and Christopher help to dispose of Loriel’s body and bond over their creepy experiences. Once they have Loriel sitting in acid, they search for Jill.

A 2am Adventure

Normally when I’m anxious I calm myself by feeding the ducks at the park at the end of the street. So when I found I couldn’t sleep, I went to the park. The only problem was that there are no ducks to feed at 2am, so I just sat on a bench and watched the lake. It was a calming sight, the smooth surface reflecting the starry sky. 

Just Waiting: A Poem

Just me in this house
Just me and my clock
Nothing left but to look
out the window
and wait

Just me in this room
Just me and my watch
Nothing left but to watch
the seconds tick by
and wait

Just me in my head
Just me and my thoughts
Nothing left but to think
and to listen
for footsteps
returning
and wait

and wait
and wait…

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