shaded in the shadows to show a shape,
shivers from the shot shrouded shielding cape,
showering down with shells of shooting gun,
sound of shallow drips of ripples shall reveal one,
rendering a vision shitting himself with a shake,
kicking rough the shin and running sure to ache,
falling short before face down in complete shame,
being shackled for the law to share his dark name.

claws gripped into the dirt and scratched rock grooves,
as he stands on the peak of the mountain on stable hooves,
wings spreading out to stretch as he cannot use them to fly,
holding his arms out wide to reach into the top of the sky,
sweating beads of dropping flames from his skin,
after such a climb to this height and patience wearing thin,
a gust of wind blows hard causing him to lose balance in his stand,
falling from the mountain top to the bottom crashing on the land,
a broken back with broken wings and no way to move from here,
the top of the peak with a cut in the sky slowly it begins to disappear,
healing his back and ignoring his wings with stretches of his spine,
reaching up and starting his climb watching it in a straight line,
again claws gripped in with more urgency in his drive,
cutting the sky and again the wind blows forcing him into a dive,
this time his wings unhealed cause him to fall fast,
hitting the ground harder causing his death as he did not learn from the last.

covered in bruises and filled with pain,
the man lays still by the flowing drain,
beaten and robbed by thugs before,
his wallet was taken so they could gain more,
a comment was said about the picture of his wife,
now with his address and keys they could ruin his life,
lifting himself up and crawling to a hunch,
the men had hit him so hard he spewed up his lunch,
with pain ignored and strength held tight,
he begins to walk back home in the night,
passing streets and parks on his way,
managing to reach home before the start of the next day,
the door is open and no lights switched on,
he enters the house wondering if they are gone,
searching the rooms one at a time,
the men had stolen adding more to their crime,
panic sets in as blood is found on the bed,
soaked in long ago and not longer red,
he searches more but she cannot be found,
walking to the back yard to look around,
there in the corner a shape he sees,
behind in the darkness behind the trees,
fear strikes his heart of this could be her,
closing his eyes to not know the answer,
taking a torch and shining it straight,
for those thugs he more adds to his hate,
skin is seen but something else is wrong,
he shines it at the face to push himself strong,
it is one of the thugs tied up with some kind of weave,
as he turns around to see something he could never believe,
the other thug tied also above with the same silk cover,
could this have been done by his wife and lover,
the rain drops down making him shiver in the cold,
a secret hidden from him that was never told,
not seeing her in sight of evidence of her near,
to lose her was his worst of all fear,
it doesn't matter what she is or what she can do,
love is forever between these lovers too.

the sign was put in so people know where to go,
if the sign was not there then people wouldn't know,
the message was sent with no way of knowing it made it the other end,
hoping to let the person know they are the greatest from this message send,
a letter was written for a birthday surprise,
but the mother of birthday girl can be mean telling lies,
does a message get to the places that we intend them to,
as i leave a message directly from me to you.

She waits in the castle up in the middle tower,
looking around at the petals of her red flower,
given to her by the secret love of her life,
his name is Falaki and he wants her to be his wife,
but they cannot be wed for he is not looked at kind,
her father forbids it putting the thought behind,
toulia the princess waits for her love to come,
waiting for him to make her heart beat like a drum,
but he fears her father and does not appear,
hoping that their love would just disappear.

burning flames of bubbles burn under pot boils of water on rock,
emitting odors of a meal to come at the time of six o'clock,
adding spices and cutting bits small sliding from the board,
watering mouths fill from the scent of ignited memories stored,
bubbling louder from the thickening foods pushing moisture into the air,
the hands grip the sides of the pot to move with every care,
placed on the table with awaiting impatient eyes bulging from hunger pain,
the spoon dipped deep and lifted out slowly served once then again,
with all bowls filled and aroma's floating in the steam rising up,
more is given with water poured into the drinking cup,
eventually all the pot is empty and just bouncing spoon on tin,
as the family is happy and relaxed with stomachs no longer thin.

petals of tree covered the shined gloss,
as the employee borrowed the car from the boss,
opening the door and scratching with the key,
tilting the mirror cracking so he could see,
turning the wheel and losing a cap,
while spilling a drink he left on his lap,
a pothole bumped and strange sound is heard,
the seat begins to smell like a fresh turd,
parking the car too close to another car,
so the other person comes and leaves a scratched scar,
driving up gutters and wheels no longer aligned,
doing things in the borrowed car that it was not designed,
now the boss asks for the car to be returned,
not knowing how many times the tires were burned,
stopping at the driveway to give it back,
the boss takes one look almost having a heart attack,
never cleaned and never taken any care,
driving around for months on the almost flat spare,
rarely used for work and lent as a favor to be nice,
against the wishes of his daughter who gave advice,
while the employee smiles saying thanks for the ride,
then requests a raise which is quickly denied,
not understanding that things need to be cared for,
the boss finds a reason to fire his ass out the door,
vowing revenge for being fired for no good reason at all,
threatening the boss that his company will fall,
telling his daughter all about this that night,
she picks up a bat wanting to make things right,
knocking down his door and beating the hell out of his smirk,
he learned a valued lesson to not be a total jerk.

In the passions with a love ignited flame in the wrinkled sheet,
the kisses of biting skin softly pulling to almost eat,
kneeling into the pleasures of the desired fluids flow,
shines in the dimmed light of the sweats reflective glow,
breath of oxygen soaking in as lungs exhale out,
the pressures of building heights to express the loudest shout,
sizzled beads of perspiration drops in rains of no clouded fall,
shadows of combined bodies joined in silhouette displayed on the wall,
rumbles from the depths building to quakes of shattering repeated thumps,
bursts of love fueled madness sets ablaze in energetic pulses pumps,
veins pressured with maximum heat on the skin into a red burst,
loss of liquids out from the slippery skin ignore all but one thirst,
twisted toes and tangled hair with a lasting exhaustive breath out long,
clasping hands while collapsing to pillows holding the love forever strong.

A wizard walks along holding a carpet rolled,
wearing shoes that click as he strolled,
danger ahead as thieves take stuff out his door,
he swears at them bringing out more,
they laugh at him and continue to take his stuff,
but this wizard smirks being tough,
unrolling his carpet flat on the ground,
he steps on it making a ruffling sound,
the thieves giggle as the wizard rises his hair,
static builds up as the thieves all stare,
casting a lightning bolt from his glowing hands,
the sound of the clap of thunder makes his demands,
they thieves put back everything in the same place,
as he smiles and they run at a fast pace.

dear oh dear, my greatest fear,
man oh man, here comes the ban,
my oh my, launched up into the sky,
shit oh shit, that was a hard hit,
no oh no, where else can i go,
there oh there, to the people who care.