wannabeabear's blog: "Creative Things I have Written"

What is innocence? Innocence is purity and goodness of our souls. Why is it always the innocents? It is because they are innocent, or is it because they know, something we do not. It is always the innocent, that face hardship and pain. It is always the innocent, that never gain. Why is it always the innocents? It is because they are innocent, or is it because they know, something we do not. The innocent suffer so much, dealing with pain and death. It is always the innocent, to grovel and plead. It is always the innocent, to go before the rest. Why is it always the innocents? It is because they are innocent, or is it because they know, something we do not. Why is it always the innocent.

For one magical night, you are a mysterious stranger, no one knows who’s under that sheet. Door to door, knocking for candy. “Trick of Treat”, is all you hear this one magical night. Ghosts and goblins, witches and evil queens. For one magical night, you are a mysterious stranger, no one knows who’s under that sheet. Rushing home just before dawn, clenching your hard earned prize. It should have lasted a week or more, but only lasted two days, so excited you didn’t notice it disappearing. For one magical night, you are a mysterious stranger, no one knows who’s under that sheet.

The wind howls, showing its strength. The rain pounds, showing its dominance. The team up, swaying the trees and creating a chill in the air. The wind talks to the rain, in their own secret language, leaving us in confusion of what will come next. The mate together for hours, never once slowing down. It’s like a complex dance, and we know none of the steps so majestic. The wind blows, showing its strength. The rain pounds, showing its dominance. They will dance in harmony forever.