ysabelle-moriarty

Forgotten and forsaken Broken, sad and tired Strength has finally faded Need somewhere safe to hide. Unnoticed, I shall leave For the forest of white trees A peaceful place to rest Until you call to me. Curl up in a hollow Recover from the fall My soft wings wrap around me And protect me from it all.

I see them in here all the time. I've worked in this dark vodka circus of a bar for months now and they're always here. Well, not always, but even when they're off living whatever passes for "lives" with their kind, you can feel them sitting at that table by the patio. Watching the world, drinking the vodka, smoking the cigarettes. Lords of the universe and buried beneath it at the same time. Those two are what happens when the Mad Hatter's tea party finds itself in the 21st century, on the other side of the world in pseudo human form. The guy; completely off his nut. The March Hare Human, always in a suit with no jacket and very little to

Our merry band of morons Checked into our hotel. Picked up the key, and a bellboy, Things were going well. Got upstairs, jumped on the beds, Couldn't find the cups. City calling, got dressed up, Ready to go nuts. Danced and popped and drank and sang. Still we wanted more. One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, Floor. A few more clubs And Luna Park. Fountains are a lot more fun When danced in after dark. Our vodka circus was sent inside When the fuzz stepped in. To be fair it was my fault, I'd puked and missed the bin. So back to the room we trekked. Good old level 22. Next few hours were a blur The telly swan dived to

Once upon a winter's night I dreamed of the sea, An endless ocean of glowing light Like I'd never seen. I took a walk upon the waves Silent mountains moved Gently swayed, waxed and waned, Underneath the moon. Suddenly the scene turned cold Consumed by winter wind The air blew strong, froze time itself, I heard the voices of my kin. Among frozen time and silent sea I could hear the stars They sang to me music of hope Great songs from afar. Loved ones I had lost Friends that I once knew Complete strangers sang to me From a blanket of sapphire blue. My spirit stood upon that ocean Face and arms upturned And underneath that

I was almost asleep. Listening to the howling gale beyond the window pane. Watching the clouds drift across the night sky in my mind's eye, when I felt his hand on my shoulder. His warm fingers ran gently, slowly down my bare back in the darkness. I lay there, relishing caress. He brushed the hair from my face and brought his lips to meet my neck for the last time. I rolled towards him as the scene beyond the glass raged. Hours could've, and probably did, pass. No war in that night. Again on the edge of sleep, I lost my fingers in his hair, his head resting on my chest. Felt the heat of his skin, the calm, steady rhythm of his breath, his sle