MarieSerenade

Well hello, welcome to my humble abode. Or not so humble. My gaze sweeps over the room, giving it a quick inspection. Actually, I doubt anyone would describe it as humble. However, that is neither here nor there. Allow me to introduce myself. Lady Shalott, Furry of the Fifth, at your service. And just a word of caution, before you get too close, I live in a mad world. Thunder shakes the ornate stained-glass window beside me, a beautiful piece crafted to depict an odd assortment of gory battle scenes filled with bloody death and fun-loving merfolk playing with dolphins. My sapphire eyes sparkle where the flash of lightning catches them. My sn

Swirls of black clouds circle the sky, stretching into thin wisps like sinister hands of death. An eerie stillness spreads over the land, a stillness so silent it was like all the sound were sucked from the air; as if what was heard was the absence of sound. Like the calm before the storm, or a leopard about attack an unsuspecting prey, the very atmosphere was tinged with a terrible tenseness. As if the breath of a single mouse would set off such a violent chain of events as to create a cataclysm. A short distance away, a young woman of maybe twenty years sits in shade of cherry blossom tree. A massive branch has grown horizontally out of th

So suffering is beauty through your eyes No! my eyes do not deceive this sight A murder so fresh and yet already I see my demise What happened here to lead me to you? So I run before my veins turn blue A macabre picnic set for two Quivering in the shadows, each breath a shock You're creeping, hunting behind every tree and rock Suddenly I'm falling, falling and my lungs can't bring in air Crying, bleeding, dying, but then I open up my eyes Imagined death, you've not caught me yet with my soul laid bare Relief fades to terror and press myself behind a sinister tree I peer about, wondering if your fey senses have failed you My muscl