Dragonfairy's blog: "MY POETRY"

There in the moonlite she stands, helpless and alone. Dare she walk into the shadows before her. Her blood pulsing through her viens. With every breath her breast rise and fall. She is but slender build, and knows not what waits her down the dark path. She pulls her coat tight and steps towards the lonely path to home. Wind whistles through the empty trees along the sidewalk.

He watches her move, swaying through the falling leaves of the cold Autumn night. Standing there across the street apond the second floor fire escape of an old building, he can smell her blood, warm like fire. He watches as she walks briskly towards the long awaited light post. He wonders why she chooses every nite to cute through the park instead of staying in the constint light of the street. It only cuts off maybe five minutes but yet she bravely chooses that path every time.

She looks up at the moon and is reminded why she walks in the park so late at night. This year, yes, so special indeed, has it been that long already she thinks. Ten years this Sunday, her father whom she loved so dear was killed in a riot at the park trying to save a little girl from being stomped on. Every night for about the past month she has taken this short cut, so that she can stop and sit beside his memorial stone.

He had never watched her so closely before. Her hair long, golden brown bounced with every step she took. Her body, curves her clothes cling to even under her coat, you could tell. She was beautiful, he had never seen someone so peaceful looking. He wanted to touch her, to kiss softly on her neck. But he kept away, in fear of what she would think of him.

(Kristopher Addy, looks to be maybe mid 20s. With his long, blonde hair and crystal clear blue eyes, He was a catch to anyones eyes. His fit build and quick reflexes gave him such a feathery light step when he approached, which startled most. But a last his freedom chained to the night, forever an outcast among those he once shared fond memories with.)

11/08/09