Mactier

Poem: Old Town Menibeu The Dark forest that grew, Attracted tourists that flew, Too flourish and renew, That of which inhabited old Menibeu. And from the bands that knew? with their chorus in Que, Shone a light that struck a tune, About the old tales of town Menibeu. For, That night the darkness was in bloom, and the travelers fell all in gloom, The reapers were all their groom, A fate foretold only by a single tune, Too those whom withhold their ears, From those sites and sounds of tears, Let me tell you about the night. -My stay, at old town Menibeu.

Poem: Two Tides are the Same The days when I got home from school, And turn the lights off to lay my head, Too drift off early into bed, Where I dreamed of all things that was done and said. And to the moonlight in the sky, that shone brightly by my side, I could only see far and wide, as the tide that crossed my mind. From the dreams of which I roamed, To the harbor down the cove, There was always one thing to keep. An aspect to which I desire, From a time, kept for rest. It was the tide that crossed my mind.

Chapter 1: The Downfall A cold breeze struck by yet it was warm, it was bright outside yet it was night. The grass was shrouded by darkness, the moon covered in a gloom let light. Who do you seek in a world forbidden? One prowess creature roams this land. He seeks for no man, He seeks for his life. Where in the  world  am I? Cities, Structures, fallen down to dust, Demolished, Ignited, his hopes and dreams went up with the fire. All he knew in a matter of seconds, His vast world trenched on and on; projecting off the reflection of his tiny black pupils. The little lonely raccoon stood ground with the world marching the dulcet music of flame