cruel-dreams

In the year of 476 B.C.      It was a cold, dreary night, the perfect background for what was to come. The rider looked down into the valley below, watching the campfires smoulder down to ashes. Goliath pranced in place, pawing at the ground as if eager for the coming battle. Beside him Fury was leaning against Emerald, trying to calm the horse who seemed to want to shy away. The rider looked across and wondered for the third time why the one of the guards had brought the mare, she was a breeder, not a war horse. The sounds of celebration brought the rider's attention back to the valley below. Little did these men kn

Like a rose in bloom, you blossomed through the cracks in the sidewalk. Always telling yourself that you would never make it, never achieve the greatness everyone else saw but you were blind to. Each day the sun would play hide and seek in the clouds, feeding you hopes and dreams that you would never believe in. The rain would come and wash away the stench of the bad days and you expected to drown in the undercurrent of life. Down, down, always dragging yourself down, burrowing deeper in the depths of the earth even though your spirit rose, soaring above your expectations. You curled in on yourself, cocooning your fragile emotions from the wo