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She stood above the brooding sea, Her eyes upon the soldiers three, Whose bodies float above the tide, Each a broken heart inside, These foolish heroes died in vain, In a foolish quest they all were slain. Dear Isabel what did you say, To cause such men to die this way? Proud and tall these men once stood, Now floating beside the drifting wood. Blood and water, in a pool I rest With thirteen bullets inside my chest I admit I have been shot I am another victim, am I not? As you fade from me ac...

A red ball from the abandoned lighthouse falls into the blue sea. I watch as a boy climbs down the cliff. His path is slippery and the rocks below are jagged and sharp. Below him, white waves pound the face he climbs. He is young and can’t be much older than seven. His sandy brown hair sweeps furiously across his face as the wind howls at him. I begin to move quickly towards him shouting, warning him to get off the cliff. He doesn’t listen and he continues to climb down towards the bobbing re...

A red ball from the abandoned lighthouse falls into the blue sea. I watch as a boy climbs down the cliff. His path is slippery and the rocks below are jagged and sharp. Below him, white waves pound the face he climbs. He is young and can’t be much older than seven. His sandy brown hair sweeps furiously across his face as the wind howls at him. I begin to move quickly towards him shouting, warning him to get off the cliff. He doesn’t listen and he continues to climb down towards the bobbing re...

Ancient melodies and forgotten harmonies echo throughout the abandoned cathedral. They are all singing to her. The song itself flows from Roslyn's chest. She doesn't understand, but she knows they were all listening. The angels of stone that surround sing beautifully. Roslyn's green eyes lock with lifeless irises of the Stave Angel. This one is loudest and the most angelic. His mouth moves in such a graceful manner, that Roslyn, even though she continues to sing, becomes lost in the movement....

I wish our eyes had never met, If I had only stayed with Juliet, How I wish we never strayed, From the paths we had already made, On the green grass your body lies, Smiling up at me with Spanish eyes, How do you expect my heart to fare, When entranced by black windswept hair, But in the silence your heart grew cold, You make a habit of this, or so I'm told, As night fades into brilliant day, I slowly begin to fade away, From your thoughts I am all but gone, Why do you still sing our song?