Weaver's WebThere once was a young weaver who worked day and night at his craft. He worked so hard, in fact, that fairy-folk and elves came from surrounding villages to see him. Butterfly-lace shirts, satin vests, and skirts made from the silvered manes of unicorns- he could take any material given him and turn it into sheets of fabric, and then again into delightful garments.At least, he liked to imagine that he could. You see, this talented, young weaver had an adventurous spirit. He never worked with the same material twice in a row, and never more than four times a month. It was too easy to get lazy that way.So, each evening, after he'd closed his little shop, the weaver fluttered his wings and flew to the nearby forests and fields. He could lose hours there, gathering hundreds of abandoned spiderwebs and baskets upon baskets of petals and leaves. One day, the fairy decided this was not enough. None of it. He was well-known in his part of the kingdom, yes, but royalty had never heard his n
Mirror, MirrorMirror, mirror, on the wall,Watch it crumble, break and fall.Look at all the bloody glass,How it reminds them of a severed past.Watch a reflection slowly disappear,Looking at all the shattered, crushed mirrors.A breathless state of mind goes by,Am I just alive or did I die?Confused and in an awe,Careless people unknown to what one saw.Throat slit so one can't be unlocked,Too bad the thoughts have become blocked.Crimson splatters, dripping, breaking away,Thou shall not know the feeling of all the pain.Oh, Mirror, mirror on the wall,Why did you crumble, break and fall?
Stupid CupidWhen the stupid Cupid came in my waywith bow and arrow, and began to say"For the loneliness of yours, I have the cure:a love for you, sweet and pure."I said, "What kind of angel are you?Why don't you look for something else to do?You shoot people, play with their livesto give them love, which is only strife;I wonder how fun it must beto play with other's feelings for pure vanity.Then, next time you come in my way,you mind your business, and go away!"He stared perplexed. What to do, he didn't know.Then I've stolen the bow and the arrows.