AtypicalLily

 winter's child with a summer glow, the seasons were combed into you hair

 I gaze up from my paperwork to the moon, hoping to give my eyes some rest before continuing. A big mistake. I find my my eyes caught off guard by its pearly glow and lose myself in its solitary imagery. The moon hangs over the night like a watchful eye, aware of every movement. Aware of me. Forgetting my work...whatever it was.

Cassia felt another sharp pain in her chest, causing her to sink down to her knees. Her eyes burned and her entire skin felt dry. She looked up at the Tree of Life - a name which now seems ironic. It had barely two dozen leaves left. How could this be happening? She  glanced up; the forest around her was slowly drying and losing its once-natural glow. None of the dryads ever thought the Tree of Life would perish - they've done nothing but care for it over the centuries. Another leaf seem to flutter dangerous in the wind. Another sharp pain spreads over Cassia's chest as the feuillemort leaf makes its way to the ground. She looks down at her

My eyes jerk open, awaken by an internal alarm - a biological machine forged by a series of forced habits. I squint at the florescent light above me and turn my head to the side. Next to me glimpses of yellow city lights wink against a navy nightsky. Curious, I stand up, instantly aware of the sleepy ache in my legs as I moved towards the window. Muted traffic rushes by below me. There's a certain calmness to the silent chaos and I find myself wanting to get lost in it. It's like the stars had fallen down towards the earth and is now searching for a way back into space. When I turn around to acknowledge the fluorescent room again, I notice t

The evening sky was smeared in autumn hues as the sun slowly began melting into the horizon. For a blissful moment, the grassland seemed serene... A sudden rush of hooves shocked life into the earth as a lone rider races a cross the grassy fields in an unmistakable determination. Shortly behind them a group of men, glinting in blue and gold apparel, chased after them. The colours were undoubtedly that of the royal guard. The rider glanced behind them once, noticing the small distance between them and their pursuers. They felt their heart leaping against their chest as they encouraged their horse to run faster. Nothing, however, caused more f

i I play with my thoughts, spiral them into my hair until I forget where they belong ii The cold is softer now and I search for where the sun should rise iii My lips grow blue but I slur a hopeful notion under the influence of cheap red wine iv I see the sunrise bleeding into the morning air but it's different from what I expected v When I meet Death I'll ask him which job he applied for first he'd probably say I'm crazy, he doesn't know CPR vi I've grown tired of the daylight now I wait for it to smear its battle scars onto twilight bandages vii The stars flicker me a wink I smile but grow uneasy when they don't blink again