What many people including Vel didn't know was that the first time Luke saw Wolf his world tipped off its axis. Of course, Luke disapproved. His world was not allowed to tip off its axis as it pleased. He disapproved even more as the scruff-monster he didn't know his name yet so casually opened his mouth and stated the obvious as Luke caved to Vel's wheedling. But what had really set him over the edge was how his world seemed to righten a little when the scruff-monster introduced himself as Wolf. Luke hoped he was having a bad nightmare or at least hallucinating. There was no way someone who looked like a half-shav
Living in the shadow
Of her mighty brother
She holds power
That is known by few others
He is a bitter child
Who has lost all but one
Considered dangerous and wild
But to his sister he is a gentle dove
By chance they meet
Lowly servant, powerful master
Thus begins a new dancing beat
That only two hear and answer
At first, enemies
But then, slowly, friends
Until one night when
One dance ends and another begins
A simple banquet
All must attend
But she is not at it
He goes and finds her at the bend
Standing near the river
Her feet unshod
She danced for glory
Catching stars in her hair
Hearing the music she danced to
He ca
Loyal servant to the crown
Powerful priestess of the gods
Her brother protects her as his own
She lives happily against all odds
He is duty bound
The mighty pharoah
To escape he'd go to ground
His siter would never tell where though
They knew one another
Lowly servant
Powerful master
She sang while he was observant
She knew his sister
The stories she was told
He knew her brother
The songs were never old
What once was two songs
Now becomes a duet
With their relationship though
Society would not let
But one night
The pharoah could not sleep
Without even a light
He wandered about on silent feet
Within an abandoned temple
A storm's rolling in. Not just some dinky little rain shower, but one that pours rain, bangs thunder, and tosses lightning. One that causes TV screens to roll their orange tape and white letters across the screen declaring, "Thunderstorm warning for yadda yadda counties until blah blah time." One that I dance in bare-headed and barefoot. Rain quenches my thirst and wets my nose as I inhale. Electricity jumps this way, that, charging the fur of my dog as she sits beside me. My left hand roams over her back to find another itch, running through the thick carpet of fur while in my right hand, a book. I roam and devour page after page, the stack
"Sing for me," she said as she lay in the hospital bed.
I brush a stray strand of hair out of her grey eyes. "You know I can't sing," I answer, using our old joke.
"Sing for me anyway. It makes me smile."
I look in the mirror one last time, adjusting my bowtie, making sure that my tuxedo is perfect. I remember when you used to sit on the dressing room's vanity, small feet swinging underneath your gown in a very childish manner. You'd grin and tell me that something was off or wrinkled and I, being the gullible fool I am, attacked that nonexistent issue. She's here but she doesn't tease me like you did.
So I sing, and sing to her until she
Swiftly rippling,
Flowing, rolling,
A sea as far
As the eye can see
A clean scent
Interlaced with sweetness
Seeps into my clothes
My very soul
Bright colors
Attack my sight
Blinding me
To nothing but beauty
I shift
Only to drown
In another sea
Above me
Instead of vast emptiness
Speckled throughout
Islands break
The monotony
Salvation just
An arms
Reach away
In another world
I reach
But no
Matter what
I cannot touch
So I lose myself
Stuck in limbo
Between seas
Of blue and green
My lips are chapped. I feel them straining to hold together but splitting to provide themselves with some moisture, even blood. I couldn't lick my lips wet, all my saliva was struggling to keep my vocal cords moist as I shouted orders in the brisk air. My mind briefly wandered to the irony of the conflicts of my body and the ones my body was in.
Bullets whiz over my head, making me duck. Even plastic death was still a death and I couldn't afford to die, even to get those few seconds to breathe, reload, drink the water on my back. My death would mean the death of my unit, and I like my guys too damn much to let them down. In my job death isn'