Flight of Dreams
by aylin{FS}

Morning comes softly to the slave.
She stirs from her dreams as rays of light
begin to filter in to dance lightly across her.
But He is there, within her thoughts,
so she seeks the deepness of her slumber once more.
His touch, His scent, the sound of His breath,
all pull her back to the sweet abyss she drifts from.
But dawns insistant chatterings
block the sweetness she would save,
and press her reality into existance once again.
Her sigh echos in the corners of oblivion
as she surrenders to the light,
and rises to wait again
for night.

Captured Heart
by aylin{FS}

One learns over time,
so the slave lies hidden.
Safety in numbers they say,
and layers of years surround her,
as soft, protective coverings.
Functioning, existing, breathing, dreaming,
she has patience, determination, and grit.
But she cannot fly.
Then the slave is captured.
Her hidden place is discovered,
and the only number she is allowed, is Two.
He has patience, determination, and grit.
But also strength.
Slowly, gradually, He begins.
He strips away the coverings.
With each layer opened
she is more His.
Suddenly.
she flys.

The Tale of Brandished Steel
by Jess

'Tis a tale,
Brandished Steel.
Fury raged,
A Warriors circle is violated.
Steel soon swinging,
glistening polished,
clanks hinting sparks of fire.
One strong arm gaining,
Another falters.
As crimson sheathes the victors blade,
A knee soon lowers,
A tear beading and soon searing his cheek.
The brother now mourned,
Who stood tall against he.