#queenkit things

I led a couple to see a large estate that was for sale. Something with a pool and enough room for their animals, I believe they had a few horses, but mostly they were enamored with a large, and dangerous, bull. Things changed however when we passed the playground on the property their young daughter would surely love and approached the existing stable area.

That was when I met the family pets of the owners.

They were horses, for the most part; giant beasts the size of a Clydesdale with thick curly fur and short manes. The most notable feature however was their feet. Instead of the powerful hooves you would expect of a horse they had paws the size of dinner plates which somehow allowed them to, when they willed, walk upon the snow and soft ground without leaving a mark. Perhaps it was a kind of magic, they were certainly intelligent enough for it and terribly tempered to boot -usually- as I understood it.

For my part however they seemed to have chosen me. Pressing in close around me, one white and one a storm cloud grey, inviting me to pet them and bury my fingers in their long fur. They were a pair, brother and sister, just as their owners were -the children of the house, the only people they typically liked or tolerated. So it wasn’t terribly surprising to discover that when the white mare blocked my way from leaving, they also had determined I should stay.

It appeared their wealthy mother might not be selling the large estate after all. The children would not allow it and there was something otherworldly enough about them to say that they would succeed in getting what they desired.

Here among the stars and the bones

Surrounded by the echo

Of a city and a life

I’ve never known

This is home

Why should I roam?

There’s nothing I see better

Than this life I’ve made alone

Where would I go?

To the woodlands and the wild

Where the water rushes crushing

Over stone

Here life is predictable

Not comfortable

But known

I’m surrounded by the dead

But in their company

I’m never quite alone

I keep their stories

Etched upon the stone

I read their lives

Speaking of wonders

They can never share again

Never had a chance to show

That I can try to imagine

But I’ll never truly know

This is my home

Here among the stars and the bones...

This is my home

Surrounded by the echo

Of a city and a life

I’ve never known

Tomorrow when the sun goes down

Tomorrow when I’m not around

Think of me

To hope I’m where I need to be

To hope I find my bravery

Can you do this one thing for me?

I’m saying goodbye to yesterday

And saying goodbye it comes with pain

The past is gone and the future remains

I look but I can’t see your face

I’ll say I’m fine

But then I cry

I hope you don’t mind

I hope you don’t mind

It’s been good

But now it’s so long

I’ll stop a while

and sing your song

“A time will come for singing

When all your tears are shed

When sorrows chains are broken

And broken hearts will mend”*

Pray for me

To hope I find my bravery

To hope I find where I must be

And help me keep you

Near to me

For far apart or just unseen

Ours ways have parted

And I mean

To keep you in my heart

As I hope you’re keeping me

grown within the skin

of who we used to be

A monster that echos the vicious beast

We stood together and swore to defeat

Perhaps I should have seen it coming

Before I fell to sleep

Perhaps I did see it

But I wanted to hope

To dream

When I opened my eyes

There were those who might say

I was slow to wake

But I had to know for certain

I had to watch this monster

and learn its ways

To see the bloody trail left in its wake

To ponder how - or if - I could save you

From the monster within our skin

There were so many ways

So many choices I could have made

But you were not -

some part of you

- a patient beast

And now we stand apart

Even as the nature of what we are

Surely binds us as one to those we have savaged

Two creations trapped under one skin

We are -

in this skin, all of us

- all of it

The monster and its creator

The hero and a beast to slay

Bystander and perpetrator

That we were once victim

Cannot - will not

- stand as an excuse

I can only hope when history defines us

That this time too

I, myself

Shall fall on the side that is called righteous

By the victors

Racing around

In youth

I rail against

Anything that would stop me

A moon

It has other ideas

It does not flinch

Consequences

I face them

I am educated

But…

Another day

Racing around again

I rail against

28. Smell Danny Phantom (AU - Daggerheart)

When the brightness finally faded, something was different.  He kept his eyes closed tight for a moment longer, trying to pretend that whatever had happened… hadn’t happened.  However, a deep breath told him otherwise.  The scents of home were missing.  The acrid scent of smoke and burning herbs and the myriad of other scents that defined his parents’ alchemical laboratory was missing.  The air here was clear and fresh, filled with a perfume that reminded him of spring flowers with just a hint in the background of earth after rain.

Danny took one more deep breath and steeled his resolve.  It was time to put aside childish acts and look at the facts. He needed to figure out where he was in order to determine the best method of returning home.

One more deep breath of Spring Blooming flowers, and Danny opened his eyes.

I have loved you since I met you Through every name, and every change, Born anew

I have loved you

Dearest friend of mine I have held in my heart a love, And a hope and a prayer for you

I have watched you struggle and watched you shine And wondrous before me You shine

To my eyes You are full of love, and full of life

It is a Joy to know you To love you as a friend

To know you - to have met you - Has left a mark on my life that will last forever

You have been a part of the shape of me The past I would never dream to change Because through trouble and through trial I have still had joy from knowing you