The day was sunny and bright and clean and full of promise for the future of all,
But the Fire, the Storm, the Earthquake, the War, the Terror suddenly brought the fall.

They are out there! Can’t you see?! They are Dead, Dieing and full of depthless Misery!
Why is your heart’s eyes blind?! I know they can see!

Wasn’t it you who watched the funny thing and laughed,
Or attended the affair with friends and family,
Or diligently paid attention to every detail at your work?

While hundreds or thousands or millions perished, and yet…
You left them all alone.

A soldier at the head of the column carries the Baby.
Perhaps it is the last of a Family.
But how would you know?

The World does not care for them anymore; it’s too inconvenient, you see…
Just go about your business and let them try to flee…
But how would it be…

If you were trapped under the rubble for days,
In the flood waters, clinging to a tree,
Racing away from the warring mobs?

Oh, then it would be different?
PAY ATTENTION TO ME!!, you would cry,
But all-in-all, would it not be the same?
And the World would deny…

That anything is happening there at all.

Some where, the Baby cries in the night…and…
No member of its Family comes to its side.

I am…so…very…very sorry, and I cry for you.

The rabbit paused from chewing the grass, and the field mouse stopped its scurry,

The mocking birds halted their mocking, and the squirrels were no longer gathering nuts in a hurry.

All the animals heard it, and the faeries and pixies, too; they knew the sound and all looked down,

They had heard…

…The Loneliest Sigh in the Valley.

Weaving, winding, slicing, binding, keeping me from my most precious Love.

Intricate standing, some complete banding, shielding my face from her Hand.

Criss-crossing, overlapping, strong and unbreakable tensile strength..

A slip-proof barrier, containing the fairer, of my joining.

Complete and final; designed by Evil…with forbidden Fruit intact.

I..touch it…and it is real.

He fired at me, the rose-cheeked Cherub, from his hiding view,
Indeed, the arrow struck its mark; deep and embedded true.

As was with habit, I turned and smiled, my eyes sparkling their hue,
To catch the nearest comely lass, and draw her to the magic new.

But I was cast in the barren place, one reserved for unfortunate few,
The land of No True Love; an Evil emptiness most thought through.

What sick, twisted, vile mind, purgatories a soul shot of flighted Love que?
To such as THIS, THIS…matchless hole where nothing can be but blue?

Blue. Tis how I feel. Blue. A missing…chance.

Chances taken, chances missed, deplorable conditions, heavenly bliss,
Calculate odds or close your eyes, do the math or make up lies.

To each their own, and we all do; carrying on some weird voodoo,
Deciding fate, who do we think we are? Stay near or drift too far.

Who calls today? Raging romance or heart-ache?
THROW IT ALL AWAY, STAY IN LINE, DRIFT ABOUT, TIME-AFTER-TIME!

IT’S YOURS, IT’S MINE, IT’S METED OUT, TIME-AFTER-TIME!

…all is quiet, mother nature subdued, calm is nice, for a moment or two,…

Then back to reality and we are in check, hiding in closets,

Oh, what the heck.

The Knights had been on the trail for the King, searching the countryside for worthy squires to induct into sevice. The day had been hot and humid, and the quest had ended in vain this day. They sought refreshment and amusement, so the nearby village was accessed at past dusk.

The senior Knights selected the seedy sailor haunt, a rambunctious large establishment, well known in the area for its scurilous offerings. The junior Knight still had the exuberation of chivalry running through his veins; he bid them luck and strolled down a side-lane to a quiet inn he had been informed of to rest quietly and contemplate on the day’s activities.

Along the way, and just outside a small tavern, a young lady runs up and grabs his hands, standing directly in front of him.

“You are such an uppity Knight, aren’t you?!”, she smirked in his face.

He was quite taken aback and blinked in confusion. “Why would you say a thing such as that, m’lady?”

“I said ‘hello’ and you just kept walking and ignoring me!”

It was during her explanation that he became infatuated. How things happen so suddenely is such a mystery. All he saw was her most amazing, exotic green eyes, such as he had never seen before. Her lips were like a work of art. Her skin was smooth and tan, and her sandy brown hair, although short and unkempt, seemed to accent it all into a complete, arrousing package, put together only for him.

He swallowed and shook his head, “Please believe this Knight, m’lady, that if I had heard your call, I would surely have attended to it immediately.” He nodded a bow and lifted her hands, kissing them, taking full advantage of his superior status.

She watched him with her wild bemused eyes and then nodded. “Very well, good serving Knight, then you shall do your duty and accompany me in there.” She gestured with her head to the tavern behind her. “You wouldn’t let a princess go unescorted and unguarded?” Her green eyes slid to his face, scouring it for clues.

He slowly nodded and took her hand, pulling it into his arm and stepped with her to the doorway. After they entered, they both paused and he looked about. There were several inside, all looking like hardened criminals. Drink glasses and liquor bottles were everywhere. He felt every set of eyes on him for a long pause before the patrons went back to their own affairs.

She leaned up and kissed under his chin suddenly, gripping the front of his shirt to pull his face down lower to her short stature. “Pay attention to me, good Knight.” She giggled and pulled him to the bar. With a hop, she sat on the counter, looking to him as he stood next to her. Without a look at the tender, she ordered him an ale. “You will drink and talk to me, won’t you?” Her greenish hues seemed to captivate him to nod, which he did. A mug was set in front of him and she picked it up, tasting it first, then giggling again, she put the rim to his lips and held the back of his head as she tilted up the container, causing him to take several long swallows. He made a face at first, having never partook of such a sin.

Her eyes glowed at him as she pulled down the cup, and spoke low in a whisper, “That’s my good Knight. Oh, am I to have fun with you this eve. You know that already, yes?” She lifted his chin with a couple of fingertips, challenging his eyes.

He met her gaze but then averted his look to the side. She smiled at his blush. She followed it up, “I asked you a question; you could be so kind as to answer it.”

His eyes met hers and he nodded, the pads of her fingers still under his chin, and with a whisper, “I know, m’lady.”

A satisfied smile claimed her comely mouth; she leaned forward, her lips touched his ear. Her breath was hot and she blew into his ear softly. He closed his eyes and saw flashes. She scooted near, grinding her body against his like some snake constricting its prey. Her arm reached around his back, hand closing on his shoulder, her soft fingertips gliding across his neck. He basked in all the new feelings.

A feint clicking sound came to his ears, and his eyes opened. She tugged on the slave collar she had just put into place on him. “You’re mine now, good Knight.”

He growled low. “I am no such a thing! I belong to the King’s service alone, and you will remove this or I shall, and at any rate, I shall put you in irons and bring you to justice for your crime.” His eyes challenged hers.

She shrugged as she smiled at him. “Well, I will not remove it. So, go ahead, good Knight. Reach up and take it off; I am ready for my punishment.”

After a moment a confused look came to his face. She tilted her head as her lower lip pouted to him. “Oh, you cannot move, can you?” She straightens up and nods. “Oh, I remember. After I tasted your drink, I put something in it to cause your paralysis.” She shakes her head now. “That is really too bad.”

Her slinky arms reach around his head and cuddles him close, his face to her small bosom. With her palms on each side of his head, she angles his face up close to hers and whispers, “Look into my eyes?”

Instead, he clenches them shut and she smirks at the episode. “Now that isn’t very nice, good Knight.”

She pulls her heels up onto the bar and tugs his head between her bent knees. Her fingertips move to his eyelids and she begins to pry them open carefully.

“No! Stop this!”, he exclaims to her.

“Not on…your life, good Knight.”, her whisper spoken as she moves her eyes close to his.

She stares into his eyes. He glances everywhere but straight ahead, but slowly, he feels his vision turning towards center. As his eyes finally meet hers, he feels his gaze locked, as if there were an iron rod holding them in line. She passed into him through his sight, and an ancient, dark magic begins its work.

Tingles and pains set throughout his body, he shivers in pain and fright and horror. Images from his memory flood before him. He teeters between conciousness and unconsciousness, and reality becomes impossible to detect. As she lets him go and eases back, she seems to him surrounded by a soft filter, and he felt as if he has loved her forever, that he would do anything she ever wanted, and so much more, without limitation. He was at a loss for words and only stared.

She lowered her head to his, turning her face sideways to his, and kissed him slow, and gently on the lips. “What’s the name of my slave?”

He stammered as he spoke, low and sheepishly.

“M..”

“Monzar.”

Touching my shoulder, a soft gliding down my arm, and shivers erupt,
My skin tingles, as the fingertips draw back up.

This time, they flow down my back,
What can I do? My body reacts,

I exhale, and my heart begins to race,
As they search around my waist, pausing to make a hip trace,

I explode inside, my head turns each way, slow,
Caught in the rapture, of a magic show,

My teeth bite my low lip, and I promise not to moan,
Even if I don’t, the expression shown,

I melt to the attention, rolling on my thigh,
My eyes squint shut, surely I will die,

If one more thing, happens to me,
Please, please, stop touching sensually,

I can’t even breathe, I can’t relax,
I’m all worked up,

Believe me,

I can’t relax.

Surfer riding low, seeks up high, spiraling up, to meet the sky,
Blue fades to black, streaks shoot past, flying through space, into the vast,

Desert so dry, sand sifts through, brown-skinned fingers, to barren tan hue,
Alligators scurry, into water, the bayou quietens, the day grows hotter,

Clumps of snowflakes, stick to grass, the buffalo herd, and let it pass,
The count two balls, two strikes now, the batter connects, with resounding pow,

Angels on harps, sing about Love, to searcher’s ears, on wings of dove,
A man leaps off, towering facade, parachute opening, from backpack mod,

Landing in a tarpit, the dinosaur wails, teradactyl overhead, chittering as it sails,
Into the cavern, pirates hide their gold, threatening dead men, can’t be bold,

I’ve told a lot, this is true, but haven’t mentioned, Trolls or Dungaroo,
Witches, Astronauts, Ghosts or Drugs; Painting, Movies or Flying Rugs,

Should mention Dreams, but leave til later; Already mentioned, an alligator,
If you wanted, to spend time with me, come sit under, the Magic Tree.

Termendous and powerful, unwielding, your aspect has upon me,
A conflagration deep inside, churning, burning; surely you see.

It makes me powerless to your will, heart overkill, and it beats strong for you,
Rampant in its might, turning opposite of flight, to ajoin with the view.

As I drink them in, the charms manifest and mesmerize in sensual form,
Feminimity aglow, I wait in the wings, wishing to be called and perform.

My twinkling eyes take all in, my senses arrouse, and at command I am behaved,
And seeing goddess’ magic, her shackles and chains, hope to be enslaved.

Jane was terribly upset. Dick was supposed to have picked her up at 8:30 and it was already past 9.

“Grr! Men! Why can’t they be prompt?”, she thought.

She sighed and spoke low to herself as she eyed the back of her hand, “And I paid a lot to get my nails done, too; like he would notice.”

As she waited by the curb, a small dog barked at her through the home’s picture window.

“Oh, Spot…I will be back to play with you later tonight!”

A late-model SUV pulls up and screeches to a halt. The passenger-side automatic window rolls down next to her.

“Get in, baby.”, Dick said, smiling.

“You could have at least opened the door for me.”, she flung the door open. “DICK! Aren’t you going to move all these soda cups in the seat?! You are no gentleman and you are such a pig.”

As they drove to the movie, Dick veers off the main road to take a shortcut. The vehicle comes to a sudden halt, and Jane leans quickly to Dick’s arm, clutching it. “Dick, what IS that thing in the middle of the road?!”

Dick’s mouth was open in wonder, as well, but he began to study what was in front of them, and he started to speak slowly to her in reply…

“Well, Jane, it appears to be…a ball.”

“What kind of ball, Dick?”

“A red ball, Jane.”

“What’s the red ball doing, Dick?”

“I see the red ball, Jane. I see it rolling.”

“What else, Dick, what else? Help me understand!”

“See the red ball. See the rolling red ball. See the red ball rolling…TOWARDS US!”

The SUV backs up and speeds away in the other direction.