Submissions by Junkie-fairy-tales

A single rose. . . . .for josh

I planted a single rose. I needed thirty more.
It was hard for me but I suppose what made it easier,
. . . . . . . I had seen the row of rose before.

It was my humble way to keep track of tracks
And count the numbers of the dead from the demons, precious score.
One by one they had come to me,
All lonely, frightened, little elves with no fucking apple tree.
Twisted, bent with souls for rent.
Crying, dying, pleading, bleeding!
One common hope, to kill the demon feed,
To kill the demon need and never need...

The watcher watches as a figure runs among the trees 
But only sees so much but maybe never sees.
The guardian guards a figure at the gate with a tight but gentle touch
So the fine, young elf won’t get too close and find the gate too much.

The wizard will use his mighty might of spells and potions and songs from yesterday
To help the elf with saddened eyes while all his notions begin to find their way. 
There is no doubt he will succeed as near and far
Might sometimes be an in–between.
He writes his words of song as the blackened depth
Of magik...