My Dearest FriendMy Dearest FriendBy Ravinnia Of CreedMy dearest friend, you are like the sun.Filling me with radiant joy when I hear your name.My dearest friend, you are like the moon.A glimmer of light to lead me through the darkness.My dearest friend you are like the stars.Burning bright with hope, love, and kindness.My dearest friend you are like music.Always there when no one else is.My dearest friend you are like a crow.Intelligent and inquisitive.My dearest friend you are the night.My only companion when I have lost all others.My dearest friend you are my hope, my joy, my companion.No matter how old we get, our friendship will burn bright,Forever.Our friendship will burn always in the sky, like the midnight stars,Always burning, always there.
A Day in the Life of the Dog-KnightA Day in the Life of the Dog-KnightEvery morning She wakes up before the dawn. I lift my head from its resting place on the small of her back. She hugs me and says a pleasant good-morning. She stretches and rummages around her messy room for some of those strange blanket-like-things she calls "clothes". By now I am eager for another hug. She goes to the room with the giant porcelain box that I always get trapped in. What is she doing in there?! I wonder as I hear rain and Her singing. She comes out a little while later dressed in different "clothes" than before. She also has that black powdery stuff on her eyes. What is that stuff??She goes about Her morning business of making the dark brown grains in the green can turn into a delicious smelling liquid, and eats Her delicious human food. Astrid always gets in Her way, so I, being the brave Knight of the House, charge after the fiendish feline and scare her away. I walk over to Her and sit at Her feet. She says a
Mother of a Ghost-Child.---ProloguePROLOGUEI was sitting in my small amp in Bryarvayle Wood. I had just decided to go to sleep. So I stoked the fire and lied down on my bedroll. When the moon was high in the sky, and I was sound asleep, I heard and eerie, bonechilling voice of a little girl."Mummy?" she called, "Mummy, is that you? I can't see... It is so dark!"I peered into her milky eyes, and my heart ached with sympathy."I am not your mummy, little one...""WIll you help me find my mummy?" She asked me. Her voice sounded so sad and worried... At that moment I knew I was in for quite the adventure.
My WorldSylvans sing with a dancing crow,In a world you do not know.Flowers bloom and cardinals sing,All hail the king!Gnomes and faeries have their fun,Dancing with the setting sun.Forest creatures come to play,At the end of every day.