Winter Has Come AgainWhooshWinter Has Come Again by TokalaAngel
The wind howled, rusting the leaves on my branches.
Summer had passed and autumn is soon away.
Tinkling with a white brilliant, winter has come again.
The muskrats busied themselves to prepare for winter's bit show.
Food stored and homes warmed, they sat at their front door, waiting and watching...
The dance of the snowflakes began.
Icy crystals flew at me, digging like daggers into my skin.
Creaking, I swayed, weaving solemnly in the cool winter atmosphere.
Leaf after leaf blew out into the wind,
Captured by the power of winter.
One followed another; the rest kept going.
Another winter has come again.
The leaves flew and followed through another year.
Yet they left me
Just silently waiting.
The White KnightOnce upon a silvery woodThe White Knight by TokalaAngel
There came a knight of white
He rode upon a jet-black horse
With eyes of burning light
I stood there at the forest's edge
And gazed at the in awe
The White Knight gave me a cheery wave
And sang his greeting call
"Great day to you, my good fellow!
How has your morning been?"
"Sir, it is a wonderful day
What beautiful things have you seen?"
He grinned at me and I smiled at him
And soon we became friends
He offered to take me home
Going by the Road that Never Ends
I hopped on his horse, with permission of course
And the White Knight gave a laugh
"Charge!" he yelled and away we went
Upon the road divided in half
The stallion gave a mighty leap
Over the little muddy creek
He galloped along the path we took
And lead us back to the home we seek
Out of the forest and under clear sky
The White Knight had brought me home
I waved at him and his horse
Perhaps he lived in Rome
With a blink of an eye, the knight turned around
His horse gave an echoing neigh
He cantered back
HorizonWhen I look down the road, I can’t see the horizon.Horizon by TokalaAngel
Where does the heaven and earth meet, I wonder?
If I run a hundred miles toward that center-place,
Would I find what I’m looking for?
Sometimes I’m scared of that distant scene,
That far-fetched world I just can’t reach.
Maybe it’s the reluctance tugging at my heart
Or maybe I’m just a coward.
Would I search for the horizon if I had the courage?
My confidence won’t be there to guide me.
But if I were able to run that hundred miles,
Would I find what I’m looking for?
The essences of existence push me there,
Not just for “their” sake, but also for my own.
Even if I sleep for eternity, I can never reach the dream,
Even if I lie awake, I can never forget the nightmare.
But for just a second
When the sun bathes warm,
A fire from the gloating sun drives me forward.
I forgot your name
the day you left me-
and that was because I never knew it from the start.
But past just a second
FableThere was a sudden whistling of wind next to our ears; a nasty crunch accompanied our descent. It’s not physically possible to fall so far and land without dying; despite that, we were only scratched. God forbid, it would have been better if we died. I held my face up from the dirt with my elbows; blood was streaming down it like a Californian’s nose in Alaska. Beside me, Rena laid on her back, mouth agape and eyes closed. I crawled toward her, scratching my belly on the splintered bones beneath us. What an ominous place. Crows called to each other from their dead-tree perches. After a few echoes, some called back, pausing in their feverish pecking. There were other piles of bones just like ours; they swarmed with crows. Peck-peck, peck-peck. The sound rang loudly in unison like a monotone chime.Fable by TokalaAngel
What should have been fear was only fatigue to me. Although my body felt like a meat sack, the horror of reality had yet to sink in.
“Wake up! Wake up!” I said warily,