Katria-Ly

He who sets the stars in the black inferno He who sculpts the crashing waves It is He, and only He, that can touch my troubles Take them for His own, And make them bleed away.

Rain drummed on the window outside her bedroom. Whispers slipped through the sleep of death and entered the deep inners of her brain. "Call the doctor!" Steps pattering quickly away from the bed. "How is she?" "Not too good." Silence then more footsteps. A door opened. "I came as fast as I could. What is it?" a deep voice, one that she almost recognized. "I see." Cold steel pressed against her chest. She tried to open her eyes, to ask, "what's the matter?" but her muscles wouldn't respond. Then, as suddenly as it was there, the metal against her skin was gone. "No good. I'm sorry. It's time." A female voice wailed with sadness and rag

Echoing in the twilight her voice called goodbye to childhood. Goodbye to bedtime stories and fanciful dreams that couldn't and never will come true, goodbye to the days when she played "tea party" with her stuffed friends. Dreams of castles in the sky are shattered. Ponies can no longer grow horns on the foreheads and take her away to a place of peace and happiness. She knew life would never be like that again. Her innocence was gone, never to come back. A bird sang in the canyon, joining her tears in the journey from one wall to the next. She watched it soar away into the darkening sky. She knew now that she would never fly on her own win

"Look, Bessie! An island of cheese!" I blinked up at Henry. Although the name suggests otherwise, Henry is a female. And a cow. Infact, we are both cows. And we love cheese! It makes us smile a lot! I licked my lips. "Are you sure it's cheese, Henry?" I asked, drool dripping down and out of my mouth. "Yep! All the animals say so. Even the two-leggers say it's made of cheese, Swiss cheese!" She licked her lips too. I noticed my tongue was hanging out and slurped it back in. A string of drool came with it. Henry stared at me in disgust. "What?" I asked. Henry just shook her head slowly, while still staring at me. The bell around her lar

Sometimes I scare myself At the darkness I hold, The thoughts that pass through. They're only thoughts, They hold no power. Oh! If only this were true! Instead of passing like good thoughts do, These ones, These dark fiends of thought, Stick like glue to the inners of my brain And make me think things That scare me, Things so dark I feel like my drowning in a sea of night. But night has stars and moon for light This sea does not; Pure and utter darkness engulfs me. They are only thoughts, Yet they hold power so strong, So pungent, I cannot struggle free. These are the thoughts I think over and over, And sometimes they al