Flames raced

Originally posted on Crowned Nights:
Flames raced. Feet bled through to the floor from dancing I ran and ran and ran Danced and danced and danced ‘Til the shadows held no more meaning. Smoke billowed, Twisting into sailing boats, Raging seas, Clouds, Nothingess. My head…


Only one inch away,
But it feels like more.
I touch your skin, and
Imprint that fire in my veins.

Just one step away,
But it seems like miles.
I burrow my eyes into
The brilliancy of your smile.

Yards and yards away,
But I cling to your face.
Every last second and
Every moment I cherish.

Miles grow between,
But I anxiously await.
Every word you send,
I collect to keep you close.

It’s just ten days,
Is what they say,
But it feels like an eternity
While wishing you were here.

Aisle Four

In aisle four
Of a tiny, little grocery store,
I fell for a boy.

His eyes alight,
Warm, golden brown and beautifully bright,
Lit up my whole life.

His lovely voice,
Speaking perfect words that leave no choice,
I fell for his soul.

His caring touch
Breathes affection that I know as such
Vivid, brilliant love.

Now, with my eyes,
I follow his every curve and line,
Falling every time.

From aisle four
I fall in love with him more and more,
His heart, mind and soul.

Luithana Prologue Scene 5

“What becomes of the unused land?” “It will belong to no one. This world is still healing from the mistakes of our ancestors. Any area uninhabited by a city will be returned to the Earth to allow for that rehabilitation,” Kachin said, absently. His slit eyes still scrutinized Adair’s expression.

“And what of us?”

Kachin ripped his gaze away to address Gimlin’s question.

“What of us?”

“How are we to communicate effectively in this government committee of yours if we’re all separated by our own borders,” Teague spoke in Gimlin’s place.

“We’ll live together in a central city, one that is exclusively for those of the governing authority and their families. A small minority of others in varying professions will live among us to make our city as self-sufficient as the rest,” Adair said calmly.

“And where exactly will the central city be,” Ridly scoffed. “Every single person in this room would want to keep their capital.”

“Then no one will keep their capital. We’ll create a new city in neutral territory,” Kachin said.

“The amount of labor and time, not to mention the amount of resources, that would use up would render the proposition void. There would be no point.” He scowled, slamming a clenched fist against the table.

“Chief Ridly,” Adair spoke softly to the leader of the southern nation. “There are other options.” She turned her gleaming, dark eyes to each face before she began again. “Some of the old cities still exists. Though the structures and roads are in poor condition, the infrastructure seems to still be strong, and there are a few which exist between borders.”

“You seem well informed, Ruler Adair,” Teague said pointedly.

The lower rims of Adair’s eyes tightened ever so slightly as she focused on Teague. Kachin only noticed because of their proximity; he doubted anyone else noted the gesture, though.

“Yes,” she said, after a moment in which she relaxed her gaze. “As a ruler of my own nation, I consider it important to know as much about this continent as is possible. You have not done the same?”

Teague flushed, marking the grim scars of his face into a gruesome contrast.

“Not to that extent,” he said gruffly, and slid his eyes aside. Adair clamped her lips firmly together, and though the muscles appeared fixed, her expression was smooth and passive.

“There are not many options, but I believe we can all come to a decision,” she continued.

“We can discuss this matter later, after we have considered all the other aspects of the proposal,” Kachin said. Adair twisted her head, laying narrowed eyes on him.

“On the contrary,” Ridly said. “We cannot agree to any deal until we are certain this particular matter is settled.”

Gimlin nodded beside him. Kachin stared at them all, boring through their eyes, and saved Adair for last. Her face wore that same smooth mask, but her eyes danced like he remembered. Still, her expression blurred before him as his daughter’s face flashed in his mind’s eye. The soft hazel eyes and the rosy complexion of her brilliant porcelain skin tortured his thoughts, once again, as he witnessed her take his place in the memories of his youth.

When he answered the pregnant silence, his tone never wavered, though the tendons at his neck stretched taut:

“We should not delay any longer then, shall we? Ruler Adair, would you like to explain to all of us who are less informed about the cities you were referring to?”


We fight for our souls in a battle to be whole
We rage against the whole world to be heard
But now we are losing faith in ourselves
And what we need is belief to succeed

Well I believe in something more
Yes, I believe we can make it through
It might be a battlefield
Our hearts may sink through the Earth
But our minds will preserve
We just need to have hope
We just need to have faith
We just need to believe

We stagger on with our last breath
Until the light blinds us from whats next
Morale is seeping through all of our limbs
And we close our eyes to hide from the lies


A war might turn us
But it can’t break us
We survive and
We persevere cause
We believe in something more
Yes, we believe
We can make it through
It might be a battlefield
Our hearts may sink through the Earth
But our minds will preserve
We just need to have hope
We just need to have faith
We just need to believe

Luithana Prologue Scene Part 4

“Thank you all for coming,” he began. “You all are aware of the current tensions among those of us on this continent. We are here to negotiate a peace and unite our lands to reclaim a piece of the civilization which our ancestors wasted. I have drawn plans to reestablish a refined, integrated society from our collective lands which you all have previously been introduced to by your delegates.”
“I’d like to discuss these refined plans of yours, Chancellor,” Teague said. His eyes glinted in the subdued candlelight, a hint of a smirk creeping through his mangled features.
“Certainly,” Kachin replied, barely able to speak through his clenched jaw. “What is it you would like to discuss?”
“Well, from the papers you sent back with our delegates, detailing this plan, you suggest limiting our current land mass to construct this society of yours.” The leader of the Midland territories narrowed his eyes ever so slightly, though the sly smile still tugged at the corners of his mouth.
“In essence, yes, Leader Teague. However, under closer examination, this reduction of landmass is not applied to the inhabited or essential areas of the individual nations. All cities will remain, mostly, as they are now with few adjustments. The only land that will fall under disuse are, in fact, the lands which are not used by the nations now.”
“You see, though, Chancellor Kachin,” said Gimlin, “how this might worry us, as authorities of our nations.”
“We cannot afford to release power from our lands if doing so would lead to to an eventual coup,” Ridly said through chattering teeth in a high, reedy voice.
“Much as I loathe my opposition of the South,” Teague continued. “He is correct. How can we be sure that by ceding significant portions of our land, we will not be overthrown? You want to limit the acreage of land inhabited by each nation, confining groups of people into cities governed by an overhead authority. Yet how can we be sure that everyone else will follow these rules? How can we know someone will not be scheming in the background to overtake the rest while our guards are down? Your plan does not account for the subterfuge and motivation we would all take advantage of, if given the chance.”
“Perhaps, an alternative,” Adair said. “A compromise?”
She rose quietly from her chair, splaying her hands, wide, along the table’s edge, as she looked each dignitary in the eye.
“Chancellor Kachin’s proposal already designs these cities to become self-sufficient. What if we were to make each city not only self-sufficient, but separate from each other? Except for the occasional visit between officials and dignitaries to examine the progress and adaption of the city, it would be a violation of the law to travel outside its borders. If anyone was caught, appropriate measures would be taken, and of course anyone found to be absent for any given length of time would not be allowed to return to the nation. Without the ability to communicate between cities, concerns of a coup are irrelevant. No single city could overthrow the entire, united nation, giving no one the power to stage a coup.” Adair returned to her seat, slowly, in the ensuing silence.
While the others stared in opposite directions, absorbing her words, Kachin eyed Adair speculatively. She did not spare him a glance, but her set shoulders and rigid stature were angled in his direction. Her proposition seemed genuine, Kachin thought. Yet too perfect. Adair was well know for her inspirational appeals and well-shaped speeches, but Kachin knew her. Such crafted articulation always required prior planning.