The Wake Of The Raven

Depression by Vesuvia on http://www.deviantart.com

I can not live in the shadows of statues built of the men that have come before me

I cannot uplift what is pinned at every corner with nail, hammer, and bow

I can not un-glamour the eyes of those lost to false vision of materials of beauty

I can not out weigh the measures of every excessively heavy man nor is it my duty

I shall not dive to the depths of Tartarus to save the soul of commons

I do not wish to be forgiven for thoughts I’ve bared forgotten

For I to breathe in itself is a dainty task

Ne’er do I deserve it, nor did I ask

A wretch in jewels endowed with rich garment praised in sanction

A poor womans cry unpitied but astonishingly always forsaken

In this the wake in that our seed grows

In glass full emptied ne’er chances they never will know

Smite thy children, burn thy frail bone

Halt in wake of the raven where nothing feels and no one knows

©copyright Kyanna Kitt

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Prompt 2: Fear

Prompt 2: Fear

Rolling around some pitch dark room at night, I shifted my head to catch the coolness of the pillow beneath the thick heat under my chin. I was sleeping with my eyes wide open. This frightened me. It had never happened before. Not to me. The room, I felt had only one wall housing me. The other three nonexistent both virtually and physically. Walls. They act as my womb, my shield, my fortress. My shelter. My defenses were minimal. Just a thick blue paisley quilt sheltered me- Not that you could see it, but I did feel it. Just as I felt another presence looming amidst the black mass that was my room. My true room, the one that only is when I myself lay dormant. The one my soul rests in.

The true place in our parallel sister dimension. The darkness that was our true abode. Unconsciousness. Unforgiving- Unwillingness to reside peacefully within ourselves. Pessimists, those wicked demons, menacingly approaching around me like ominous gales forcing themselves through the open window that was my room. What was I to do? Their dark chakras were holding me there. I was petrified. If only my guard-

“My guardian,” I thought aloud.

I thought all I have to do is – My lips pressed shut so that I couldn’t even murmur. I was voiceless- Merely a lifeless artifact there in that dark place and yet they had heard everything. My eyes now opened and widened with fear. Suddenly, the one thing that protected me was ripped from my body. The cold air washing over the dampness of my skin. That large blanket wasn’t thrown- No… It was floating! It appeared to me- It was the only thing I could see, and that demon put it on- Like a cloak. He stole my only hope. My body now shuddering, I held myself. He was floating now directly over top of me. As quickly as he had appeared he vanished, tossing the blanket back over my head almost mockingly.

That night I met a true terror I wish to never encounter again. One word of advice I can give is, if you find yourself enveloped in darkness, to truly hide….Don’t forget your head! I’m still not sure whether it was the uncertainty of the darkness or the creatures that dwell within it that scared me more, but I know that I’m not a skeptic. Never anymore.

©copyright Kyanna Kitt