Death and Nature Prologue Thud thud. Whoosh. In, out. Thud Thud. Whoosh. In, out. Thud thud. Whoosh. In, out. The rush of blood in Her ears and Her panting breath almost drowned out the sound of His nearing footsteps.Death and Nature Prologue by Rosalinda16
Just keep breathing. Try to slow your heartbeat, She told herself. Thud thud. Whoosh. In, out. 'He's getting closer,' that annoying little voice nagged. 'No, if I move He'll see me. I have to stay hidden.' Whoosh. In, out. 'The footsteps have stopped.'
THUD THUD they sounded again, this time right next to Her. She jumped, and then had to suppress a yelp. The gash in Her side was still bleeding. She needed to bandage it, and soon, or She was going to pass out.
"There you are" He grinned down at her, cut on his cheek still oozing blood. 'God, no. Oh, please god, no.' "You're coming with me" He reached down towards... BOOM. “Gaah!” something collided with Him at high speed, and He went flying. It had been moving
Love is BlindWhether you're tall or you're short,Love is Blind by Rosalinda16
Or when you laugh you snort,
You have a freckle on your breast,
Or a third nipple on your chest,
Whether you have a crooked toe,
Or your words just don't flow,
You haven't got a dime,
Or you're never on time,
Whether you're thin or you're fat,
Or compliant as a doormat,
You have a tendency to babble,
Or you're a petty vandal,
Patience is the key,
Because in time you will see,
That despite the social laws,
Those who love us will ignore all our flaws
The TygerTyger, Tyger, burning bright,The Tyger by Rosalinda16
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies,
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? And what dread feet?
What the hammer? What the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!
When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger, Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
A Cradle SongSleep, Sleep, beauty bright,A Cradle Song by Rosalinda16
Dreaming o'er the joys of night;
Sleep, Sleep; in thy sleep
Little sorrows sit and weep.
Sweet Babe, in thy face
Soft desires I can trace,
Secret joys and secret smiles,
Little pretty infant wiles.
As thy softest limbs I feel,
Smiles as of the morning steal
O’er thy cheek and o’er thy breast
Where thy little heart doth rest.
O, the cunning wiles that creep
In thy little heart asleep.
When thy little heart doth wake,
Then the dreadful lightnings break.
From thy cheek & from thy eye
O'er the youthful harvests nigh
Infant wiles & infant smiles
Heaven and Earth of peace beguiles.