(Inspiration from MATTRESS SURFING!!! SO freaking COOL. haha. )
Sitting at the top of the wooden stairs
The riders of the night prepared
To launch
Their stallion
Down the Rocky Mountains
Across the harsh terrains
To make it to the land of fluff
And so, with joyful spirits, they plunged into vertical terror.
From that exact moment the aircraft tilts
Against the laws of gravity,
That sudden rush of anxiety is quickly replaced
With a fast-beating heart.
And at that exhilarating moment one might say
It feels like you could touch the ends of the earth.
Gravity is stubborn
And pulls the riders
On to sure death
But a twist of fate,
When the stallion lands on gentle fluff,
The rider’s heart is still
Palpitating against his chest.
written at 12:18 PM
fairytale
And misery
There’s a place beyond your wildest reveries
To a world beyond audacity and forebode
To a palace of stairs of halls of rooms
Where wine flows out of river mouths
And fruit fall from the highest heavens
The royal lofts are lined with purple velvet --
A sure sign of royalty.
As the princess dwells in such splendour
The peasant girl has spent her last penny
On half a bowl of gruel
In such a world so cruel
Where rainwater is honoured
And gruel is expected
For supper.
At the end of the day
The peasant girl is welcomed
By her humble pile of straw
And is rewarded with aching ankles
And nothing for tomorrow.
As the princess lays in her quarters with nothing to do
The peasant girl lays still in the cold of the night.
written at 3:33 PM
Young lad's oath
(This was written out of sheer boredom, as well as sudden inspiration from joel. Thank you ah kit!)
nobody could count the youths
who paid their lives for the country
to count longer days
The lad held her hand and whispered in her ear
What sorry words she dread to hear
That through the snow the wind and rain
He’d probably never see her again
Torrents of tears flowed fast and free
While crowds cheered on and screamed with glee
That these brave young men would go forth and fight
That young girl’s cry shattered the night
For her lover gone forth, never to return
Lest the enemies were kind; no fear to burn
She’d never see his light blue eyes
He’d never hear her mournful cries
From out there on the battlefield
He’d give his life for his country’s pride
For the gove’ment lied
And the maiden cried
For the youth’s march on to death
Pray dear friends you’re darling’s life
Be not destined as such.
written at 4:05 PM