WinterfallsThe endless flow immobile.Winterfalls by HeadmistressMercedes
Waterfalls coveted by Winter's sun
now stand solid in the jealous grasp of Lady Frost.
The Lady of the LakeThe lady of the lake,The Lady of the Lake by XxQuothTheRavenxX
That enters stiffly,
Swims with open arms--
Teetering absently before your misfortune;
Like lilies that tangle--
Sweeping stardust under foot;
For Augusts laughter can scarcely sing;
Absently she delegates the breathe of summer;
Nimble are the fingertips that caress your dignity,
Onward she sleeps for vanity--
Until heaven held her far.
Family FeudBig Sister is screaming again.Family Feud by HeadmistressMercedes
In a torrent of ice and hail, she is fuming and yelling, causing cold to blast from her mouth and through the room. Dear Mother is trying to calm her, to lead her to nap time, but Big Sister is struggling and weeping frosty tears from bright blue eyes. She doesn't want to nap. She's been allowed to play for far too long. It's Baby's turn, Mother shushes, but more tears come. More ice, more cries far and loud, more frosty flailing that sprays snow to the four winds.
Big Sister is screaming again.
A pair of big, doe-brown eyes peeps around the corner. She watches, in silence, the frigid display her sibling puts on for show. She's all ready: little sun dress bright with the coming blooms, hair smelling like the fresh earth, little shoes ready to walk the garden paths and hands warm like a pale May sun. She was certain...it was HER turn to play now, wasn't it?
Big Sister always puts up such a fuss.
She peers around the door to the living room, and stares in h
The Tomb The Woman MadeAs the outer walls crumble and shatter to dust,The Tomb The Woman Made by HeadmistressMercedes
and debris coats the floor, hardening to a crust,
They enter, their purpose profound and robust:
Find she who lurks in the dark, they must.
Their footsteps calling bloody red,
They've come to take The Woman's head.
The fray outside is a ceaseless war.
The batt'ring ram splintering the front door.
They call out the she-devil, monster, and whore,
Before they even know who they're searching for.
As the night drags on and the fires burn red,
The rabble screams for The Woman's head.
The battlements breached, they creep inside,
Shadows an ideal place to hide.
To find out where this demon resides,
They enter the halls, where they think she abides.
As torches cast shadows of flickering red,
They dream of taking The Woman's head.
'Midst the fallen stone, they scurry around,
To the hell-beast's death, they are all bound.
And in an inner passage, where there is no sound,
At the end of the hallway, the devil is found.
With their veins flowing thick w
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