the giant stands with his feet so big,
making a hole as if his toenails dig,
a woman walks out looking at her ground,
yelling to the giant so he can hear the sound,
kneeling down to listen he crushes her crops,
she tells him to not move and he stops,
'you ignorant giant you must take more care.'
she says out loud for him to prepare,
'but i am big i do not know.'
he explains very deep and slow,
'you are big yes as i am small.'
she tells him with a loud call,
'being so small there are things you cannot do.'
'your size has no demand unless you grew.'
'nothing of you matches me in any way.'
'I will continue on to have a good day.'
the giant explains he does not care enough,
as the woman's abilities are not very tough,
a dragon passes with wings spread out wide,
as the woman calls him instead of going to hide,
'what do you want with an old dragon like me?'
the dragon speaks when landing near a tree,
'a giant passed by breaking all my things'
she explains while walking under his wings,
'he should have taken more care in his walk.'
the dragon agrees as they continue to talk,
through the night and to the morning rise,
she is awaken to a wonderful surprise,
everything is back to normal and clean,
as the dragon made the giant fix the scene.

such a bright sparkle to know in the sun light rays,
all the people around were happy to see her ways,
because of her happiness even in times of sad,
she kept trying anyway but it just made people mad,
soon she faded away feeling excess guilt,
not moving from her bed covered with her quilt,
the room was dark and dwelling energies of hate,
driven to this moment her anger was in wait,
no one called to see if she was good,
as she was always happy and misunderstood,
ignored by her 'friends' as people just forgot,
she never smiles anymore and just wants to slowly rot,
the sun now squints her eyes and hair frizzed undone,
from a pure heart to a dead soul as the good have lost one.

the guide in the afterlife watches over her person to guard,
as he is strapped to a chair and hit repeatedly hard,
interrogated by the men who want answers he can't give,
they walk out of the room to talk about if he will live,
puffed up face and blood streaming from his nose,
holding in the emotions as this was the life he chose,
she touches him as he doesn't feel her near,
as he is close to death his vision sees her appear,
brightly lit feeling the warmth on his bruised face,
as she holds him tight but he can't feel her embrace,
trying to talk to her after falling deeply in love,
she sees the men coming back from the stairs above,
wanting to save him but the rules of the afterlife forbid,
watching him grow up all his life from a kind caring kid,
the men come with a gun loading it ready to shoot,
she moves around the back giving him a boot,
passing through his ass her foot doesn't connect,
as the angel of death arrives waiting for a soul to collect,
watching the guide trying to prevent this death,
rolling his eyes then exhaling a sigh in his breath,
he stands in between the bullet and the man,
stopping it from hitting him because he can,
becoming visible to these torturous people who kill,
they freeze with fear remaining completely still,
the guide moves around to touch him once again,
he feels her near ignoring the bruising pain,
the angel of death kills the evil men breaking their backs,
as he fades away in front of him after he hears the cracks,
she kneels down removing the ropes that bind,
fading away also but will always be in his mind.

horses shoes click on the cobble stones through the gate,
as the young stable girl stares for a moment hoping for her fate,
the prince dismounts his horse and gives her the rope,
as she slightly touches his glove having more than she could hope,
he doesn't look at her and only walks with his guards at each side,
looking at him while she takes the saddle off with pride,
placing her nose to the saddle to smell his sweat,
then touching the harness feeling it all wet,
after cleaning the horses and her thoughts of him fade,
she is startled by him standing there watching in the shade,
kneeling down with a stumble he only laughs at her almost fall,
he takes her hand to lift her up and offer her to dance at tonight's ball,
stumbling again with weak knees from such an overwhelming request,
feeling the emotions pushing through her mind to be this blessed,
the night comes as she has not anything decent to wear,
panic covers her as the night may be ruined being unable to prepare,
a knock at her door from one of the royal guards holding a case,
he takes it in and opens it to reveal a dress making her heart race,
at the ball the royals dance with laughing upper class giggles so fake,
as the people all turn to see a girl in a beautiful dress with a nervous shake,
the prince walks up the stairs to take her hand and kiss light on the top,
making her knees weak once again and almost causing her to drop,
they dance together as the others look on making comments of complain,
but the prince and the stable girl continue in their love with only more to gain.

with the fences that separate from each other,
the broom cleans the webs done by his mother,
life after school nothing was expected,
as the drugs he hides from her suspected,
sleep all day and then awake all night,
sometimes he comes home not right,
flowing through his veins mixed with blood,
the feeling he has of himself as a hot stud,
infected with something that rots his parts,
as his mother questions and then he starts,
walls with holes and anger built inside,
with not a father figure in his life to confide,
into a spiral of ever falling depths he will end,
as putting on a brave face for his emotions to pretend.

shapes of evil with shapes of good,
carved into the red hard wood,
blood soaked in with blood of heart,
a symbol of never being apart,
grip of cup to drink of pure,
never a meaning why no cure,
working hard to do nothing more,
a drink a toast began to pour,
symbols of evil pushed in the brain,
to never wash off the blooded stain,
soaked deep into the wooden cracks,
with grip of the sponge cleaning lacks,
squinted eye focus on the words carved,
thoughts of the mind cut and halved,
the wood now weakened with moisture soaked,
as now it is hidden under darkness cloaked,
secrets told only to those who are worth,
but why are there any as we are all on planet Earth.

the first time we met i don't remember,
but i know it was around November or December,
only saying 'hello' sometimes while passing by,
as the humor began and wasn't so dry,
relaxed feelings around you as we spoke,
sharing a laugh caused by a simple joke,
i gave you a special place like a tattoo on my skin,
when really the place for you was deep within,
watching the other people treat you like shit,
as i am there to pick up every little broken bit,
they tell you lies about the way you are,
leaving the rotting infected emotional scar,
but i am here when you need me most,
not to trick but of course to roast,
burning away those fears put in your mind,
helping you leave the hate behind,
continue on with your life to be glad,
instead of letting those others make you mad.

the snake slithers down through gap of the door,
sliding along with silence with a sewing motion on the floor,
a baby crawls along passing the snake by as it stops to freeze,
then as the baby crawls away the snake moves again with ease,
moving along the kitchen floor under the table while someone eats,
a cat stops in front of the snake moving back after he meets,
passing under the swinging feet of white shoes with a loose lace,
to the other door as it gets opened by another just coming into the place,
the snake just narrowly misses its tail being shut in the door at the back,
leaving this house unnoticed as it glides with a red belly and top of black.

pouring the mixtures into the flesh,
waiting for the smells of it so fresh,
boiling with desire in the pot,
steam rises showing its hot,
perfection put into the meal,
for his love put into a heart to steal,
tasting the pieces as he prepares the food,
forgetting to put a rose thinking he is rude,
then wheeling it in to her waiting in the chair,
as he takes off the tape pulling back her hair,
offering some soup first by a spoon in his hand,
pushing it in her mouth before it gets cold and bland,
taking the rope from her wrists so she can eat,
he gives her a fork and cuts up her meat,
pointing to it so they can have a date,
as she takes a bite while he ate,
sick twisted mind of kidnapper that sits,
as she eats the sweetened tender bits,
he watches her consume his salad,
while playing music of an old rock ballad,
moving closer he whispers in her ear,
adding his hands to her growing fear,
she takes the knife and stabs him quick,
as he falls back spewing red and sick,
she frees herself as he asks her a question,
'how was the meal?" after her ingestion,
"good" she answers and runs out the door,
as he lays dieing on the cold wooden floor.

spreading her wings to glide on the wind,
draped cloth covering skin while loosely pinned,
landing to the grass field as ripples blow the lawn,
her nose takes in the air and scent of the dawn,
until something small enters her eye,
blinking with the pain and beginning to cry,
turning around distracted by this tiny thing,
covering her face with her right stretched out wing,
removing the seed with a tear soaking it,
she drops it to the ground forgetting that bit,
flying away as the wind picked up more,
as the seed falls in the cracks to the core,
growing and drinking deep in the ground,
pushing out of a the dirt from the mound,
sprouting a tree that grows tall and true,
in the middle of the field is where it grew,
spreading its leaves to capture the sun,
as the birth of a teared seeds life has begun.