The Fall

Oh dear Bunnykinz, how many times have we fallen? She sings to her rabbit as she skips along a dirt road. The rabbit has no answer, he is bracing for the next fall, the greatest of them all. I think I am beginning to like this place, with all the dark doom and misery. It …

Glam

Do you ever remember the beginning, he asks her. I try not to. There are things in the dark, things that she dug up, with his help and they sang to them until the things come to life and they made friends with them and sang and danced and made merry in the fields of …

Stream of Broken Dreams

How do you forget so much? How do you forget the things that meant so much not so long ago? From deep within the earth the scream of the voice of the Mistress of the Mask roars; LET HIM TAKE US TO THIS NEW PRISON, HE UNDERESTIMATES THE POWER OF THE PLACE HE HAS BROUGHT US …

Tick Tock …

And just like that, the clock stopped ticking.   Tick tock fuck your clock. There ain't no time down here just the dark.   The endless dark and the things that breed within in it. The things the monsters hide under your bed from.   Time stops and what was will be and what wasn't …

Waking

The door was ajar, light flowed from within the room, golden light like that of an opened chest of treasure stolen from a pirates treasure map ... What have you done? Why couldn't you keep your words to yourself and not sing that rhyme! Why couldn't you just let it go .... The stars don't …

Part III

She couldn't resist, she really couldn't. The dream, it lured her back, she wanted those lost paths, that deadly dance, that fall into her own darkness. She wanted it, so when the words wove themselves before her eyes she could not resist, but opened her mouth and like a song, they wove their magic from …

Blood Upon The Fields

That way only leads back to the darkness Missy. I know. It is the way we must go. But what about the light, stupid girl, what about walking in the light? The darkness is our light Mr Rabbit, there is no path for us in the light, only upon death do we walk the path …

Home

How did she forget the beauty here, the waterfall, the big fat trout that swam up the small stream to lull around in the pond at the bottom of the falls. The beautiful willows, dancing along the banks of the stream, the beautiful lush soft green grass and the wild flowers. The beautiful wildflowers of …

Broken Oath

Wake up, you stupid girl, now is not the time for dreaming childish dreams and playing childish games. You gave your word and your word is your bond, you soul, your life. You know that, you knew that when you gave it. You can't hide. You can't just wake up one morning and decide you …

No End Precious

What you don't know when you start down this hippity hoppity bippity boppity boo path is that once you skip your way through the valley of your own death, is that when you come back, precious, when you makes it through, that nothing is the same. Yes you look the same, on the outside. Well …