HopePainfull, broken,Bitter taste,that feeling,just a waste of space.Hope does nothingbut build your dreams,never stops themripping at the seams.It gives a feeling,a glint of light,unasked for you think it,maybe, it might....But fate will continueon it's wayleave you alone and sobbingif it may.Ignore the feeling,with it's demon glow,that spark of light,from Hell's fires does show.
Beyond my ownIt's 7:30pm. We should be going.Grany is sitting in the car waiting, she's too frail to come and lock the door she says. We all know it's just 'cause she's scared of The Wardens, like everyone is. That means me and my sister have to lock up. I close my eyes and take a deep breath,preparing myself. "Alwyn! Cmon! Don't you dare leave me to do it myself!". My sister, Creta. I open the car door and hear an engine start, lights come on at the back of the garden. Granny wails, "I knew it! I knew they were waiting for us to leave!". That means we have to hurry, we should have left already. They must be in a good mood to be this lenient tonight. As we lock the door I feel an ice cold chill on my neck. Tingling down my spine. The Wardens. I take a peek over my shoulder, three of them, standing right behind me. I swallow down the scream that rises in my throat. Will back the tears. I am 18! I will Not cry. Creta smiles sweetly at them, grabs my hand and steers us round them, back to the car. As
DareA bet, a dare,a silent glareto step aboard the ship.A laugh, a smile, joke awhile,bow with a mocking dip.Determined, set, I will win this bet!,for you I will set sail.A look, a glance, an act of chance?,With you at my side I shan't fail.
PiracySilver, Emeralds and Diamonds,Rubies in the hold,all this you stole so gently,all for the stash of gold.Hunting is your pleasure,Thieving is your goal,the goods upon a merchant ship,a tiny china bowl.Yet all of your acts of piracy,one stands to the fore,how you stole it swiftly,and left me wanting more.I have plenty diamonds,jewels beyond compare,yet you took my breath away,when I saw you standing there.The look you held upon your face,the smile on your lips,the way your eyes were burning,as if from the fires of hell you'd sipped.I'm sure it was all reflected,glowing in my eyes,my body painfully yearning,a fire I could'nt disguise.Oh frenchman you have done it,your gratest prize of yet,with only a smile in your eyes,you stole my heart,my course is set.