Let the darkness lull me to sleep, with dreams of red sunsets. Clouds drifting on cotton balls, encircling me with their softness. Let the moon’s face shine on me, making me feel safe and secure. The stars twinkle in merriment, ready to tackle the night. The day brings a new enemy to our peaceful shore. A dark kingdom will rise up, a new kingdom for The Dead.
A hooded figure approaches me, his gait slow and sure. He slowly pulls back his hood to reveal the creature beneath.
“You have waited for me, dear one.I will have my ice princess at my side.” Wolf quickens his stride to reach me,
But I turn my face away.
I peek through my eyelashes At his beautiful face. He abruptly turns around To summon his army.
Over his shoulder he whispers,
“I’m so sorry you will fall in battle like the others. Goodbye, my ice princess.”
TO BE OR NOT TO BE To be or not to be a writer. This has been the hardest question for me. Should I continue with my pursuit? Or step away and claim defeat? One book written. One book sold. It dances around on Amazon and Nook. It reaches new heights in its niche And then it slowly bows its head in silence. The highs feel good and lofty, While the lows feel depressing and sad. Is it worth it? Is it worth the aggravation? I am told that a writer must keep writing. More books to dance around. More highs and lows. Should I keep doing this? Will I keep doing this? Yes, for now As I wait for the next high.