RhayvenNite

Would you sacrifice your voice to the world? Let go of the wind and know that it'll take you wherever you may be. Sing breaths of soft air, though they do not make a sound, Rest assured that you shall be heard. While you cannot speak and your voice is quieter than mice asleep in the fields Know that you are heard from the highest of mountains and all over the world From the smallest of children tucked away cozy in beds to the wretched hag curled over in her chair, rocking peacefully away. Your words are sprawled out in pages for all and none to see; Beauty written in ink on flowing lines that travel like a breeze. And though your voice

Oh hooded man who tends the gates, tempt my faith with golden doors, silver keys and wants of more. What I seek is ever sought and chosen now would end the thought. Is that what I truly want? Three forks down but never crossed. Vengeance of ages ago; a thirst for blood and tombstones rest. A brother who betrayed me, slashed my wings and caused my fall. The City of Light now never seen. A fool but clever! Trotting lies before God. Believed was he and I thrown upon the Earth so hastily. Forever gone so long before... Thoughts a distant echo now - "Your life I forever seek." Oh, but tempt me not, cloaked keeper! Shown before me a way back! A

If the snow is on her fur, does she shiver and quake? Or hide in the trees, and down the burrow, oh for she is late! And through the glass, but shown not, a curious sight indeed. Inside the hall, and into the room, with presents 'neath the tree. And the children sing and dance and laugh! 'Santa was here!' they cry. And a look of joy upon their face! What is it they have spied? A white hare upon the ground, but not from mothers head. No, an animal quick and soft! Nestled in its tiny bed. "Jack! Do you see!" Sally cries. "Feel how soft it is!" "Did Santa bring it?" A smile upon his lips. And they shall name her, without another thought! The qua