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Happiness of light

Playful young dancing

My heart sings

Sitting on my perch

Joy soul filling

Tag in tall grass

Innocence warmth pure

Swing from a tree

Limbs climb branches

Mothers share shade

Carefree simple days

Blink find now gray

Summer fades away

No colorful fall leaves

From bright to bleak

Warmth now frozen

Trees now bare

Cold creeps in

Emptiness reigns

Hollow halls quiet

No one left roams

Sobs of the silent

Death of life

I went to class like normal, paid attention, turned in my work, passed my tests.  It felt as if I was just going through the motions, like it was all just show, no substance.  I came home and did my chores and my assignments for the next day.  Sat at the table and had dinner alone, mom was off at her night job again.  The phone didn’t ring; no one came to the door.  I just sat there staring off into space, not lonely, just lost.

I took the dog for a walk and saw Jonie, she prattled on about Bobbie, the new boy in town and how dreamy he was.  I smiled and giggle with her for a while, it felt hollow, but she didn’t seem to notice.  After a bit I continued on down the street to the beach at the end.  Sammy, my pup, loved running on the beach, so I set him free off his leash while I sat down in the sand to watch the ocean and the sunset.

There is no place that had sunsets like our town.  The ocean was a deep crystal blue, and the sun would turn oranges and reds like a fireball.  For a few moments, just as the sun touched the horizon, it was as if the ocean was liquid fire, everything blazing with color and beauty.  For a minute, I swear I can hear angels singing with the glory of it all, even Sammy sat down next to me and was still and quiet.  The warmth that radiated from the water, a salty breeze caresses my face, the signing filled my mind.  It was as if this was a moment God was giving us a private preview of his true self.  So bright it was painful to watch, but the beauty captured you and you didn’t want to look away.  My heart soared.

As the last bit of fire dipped beyond the horizon, I stood up and took Sammy home.  Taking a quick shower, I dressed for bed, taking my medication, and hoping that the feeling of peace wouldn’t leave my soul before the next day came to do it all over again.  Waiting for that moment, when I could feel filled again.

The dirt cold

A stone marks the place

My soul lies cold

The preacher came

Ashes and dust

People came people left

Your headstone my pillow

The rain came

Angels tears shed

Weeping showers freshen

The white rose blooms

Another dawn begins

Sun lit bath

Curled up alone

Lost without you

Through all of this I got the most amazing news.  My very good friend and writing mentor Benjamin Rogers has been tolling away the wee hours of candle light finishing his novel. It is the first of a trilogy and will now be published and released this summer. It is my honor and privilege to be called his friend and student. I encourage all of you to check out his trilogy blog and enjoy his sneak peek into the mind of a true spell binding master. Check out Benjamin Rogers in Faith and the Undead

Emptiness surrounds
Another stitch gone
Crimson blood falls
Pain

Another wound open
Fresh raw scar
Voices from below
Memories

Life fades away
Abyss pulls in
Death stands near
Fight

Blood stained snow
Rivers flow down
Chasm swallows
Breathe

Death grows distant
Clouds part
Moon shines
Faith

The last thing I am looking for now is a relationship or hooking up with anyone. I need some down time to myself to regroup and rebuild my life, getting the chance to work on my true passion, writing. I was talking with one of the girls at work about white knights in shining armor and it made me wonder, what would my version of a “white knight” be?

First of all there’s no such thing as fairy tale endings.  Happily ever after involves chainsaws and zombie modified shot guns. Heck, if I could choose the way I go out in the end, it would be a big greasy spot at the race track. Race cars on a road course racing being my only other passion in life. The smell of burning rubber and the octane just does something to me. Sometimes I think I must have come out of the womb with my foot on the gas and the rearview mirror torn off.

On that note, there would be no white steed for me.  For me, I am into classic cars and hot rods, all old school for this girl.  Now this is really nice, a 1967 Pontiac GTO Goat 389 

She is a beauty for sure, but not the something I am feeling today.  So I thought some more, what kind of car can handle my moodiness and take me where I need to go?  You know those days, when you want to burn it all up?

While nice, a drag car isn’t going to do either, I need something that has character.  There is always the fun little chop jobs,

after all this one has the flames I feel and it can go, but still, something is just not right.  So I started thinking about motorcycles.  Yeah, I’m a biker fanatic as well.  I even found my perfect one.

Oh yeah, I could sit back and enjoy the freedom that only bikers understand. 

They are all great choices, and a lot of fun.  I this is my chariot, my trusty stallion that carries me off into the sunset.   It has to have room for me to store everything I need from my notebook and pen for writing to my zombie slaying weapons.  At the same time it needs to growl and do the job I need it to.  Protect me from zombies like the Army does.

I’m a classic lover though, and a girl like me needs a trusty steed that gets her through all the times ahead.  Will you be surprised to find it is a 1971 dark charcoal and gunmetal Nova SS?

Oh yes, that makes the sky open up, the sun come out, and the angels sing for me. 

What about the white knight you ask?  Well, I’m at a point right now in my life where I just need the sound of my eight ponies under the hood and a long dusty road.  Who needs fairytales of white knights and princesses, give me a mean hot rod loaded down, ready to go, rearview mirror torn off.  Now I’m ready to take on the apocalypse!

The ash from my stale cigarette falls to the ground and I rub my eyes with the weariness that never seems to leave my body now.  Her bright face flashes before my eyes as the memory haunts me as if it were just last night.  The beautiful blonde hair flowing around her face, the light snow that fell and trapped in her curls.  The way the lights glinted off it made her already breath taking exquisiteness surreal.  Her eyes were the green color of the sea and her lips were ripe cherries plucked from their tree.  Her laughter was the sound of angel’s wings brushing your heart, stealing your breath in awe.

I had spent months looking for the perfect ring, going to all the major stores, most expensive pieces, but no one had anything that was right for her.  One afternoon I stumbled upon this little shop off to the side of town, no fancy signs or advertising, just a small brown building with writing in the window that said Mama’s Place.  I had never seen it before, but something drove me inside.  There was a couple that was well along in their years who I came to discover were from the old country.  I wound up spending hours with them talking that day, telling them about her.  The man smiled and patted his wife’s hand as he went into a back room.  When he came back he produced a small sea green velvet box, one that almost matched her eyes.  Inside was the most perfect ring I had ever seen.  It was nothing fancy, just a small gold band with three simple stones that were the most clear diamonds I had ever seen.  The man explained it was his great great grandfather’s ring, and had many centuries of true happiness and love behind it.  He told me it was $100, I tried arguing that I couldn’t possibly buy his family heirloom, but his wife would hear none of it.  True happiness comes with no price and no bounds.

That night I had taken my love to town to enjoy the festivities.  We had laughed and danced with the other people filling the streets.  Everything was perfect, I knew the moment was right and I pulled out the ring getting down on my knee to ask her to be my wife.  Tears fell from her eyes as people stood around clapping and cheering when she said yes.  I had picked her up and swung her around kissing her as the ball dropped to ring in the most perfect moment of my life, and when my nightmare began.

Before any of us truly understood what was going on, a mass of undead ripped into the crowds feasting on all the warm bodies.  I had been in so much bliss that I never heard anything until they tore her from my arms and chewed her throat out, spraying me in her warm blood turning me into the icy mess I have become.  How I survived that night when they ripped out her heart and jammed it into their mouths, I still don’t know.  Her terror ridden face as she died reaching for me still tears through me like a million knives that shred me apart.  Somehow though, I am still here, holed up inside of Mama’s Place, the sweet old couple long gone.  When I stumbled in here, they were curled up on the couch in each other’s arms, peaceful and natural.  No one tore out their hearts, they died naturally of old age and love.

I put her ring back into my pocket where it has stayed since that dreadful night.  Spitting out the bad taste in my mouth, I look out the window again at the moon filled night.  There are thousands of them out there, those monsters, roaming the streets in search of flesh and blood.  There really is nothing left for me, but still I fight to survive.  I know I cannot give up, I have to see my angel.

No laughter nor gladness
No tears nor sadness
No smiles to brighten
No hugs to hide in

Alone with the darkness
No rats to call friend
Dampness the only blanket
Even death won’t come in

No hate nor pain
No sunshine or rain
Only black nothing
To seal the fate