I don't know why
You broke it off with me
For her

You called me again
I don't know why
You just came home
From being with her

You called me again
I don't know why
You couldn't wait
To talk to me again

You called me again
I don't know why
You left me for her
Now she's your wife

For You

For Peanut

I watch you sleep
And I wonder what
The future holds
For you
I look into your eyes
And I wonder if
You will hate me for
Your father's acts
I see you alive
And think how
I would have felt
To lose you
I see you smile
And I wonder when
I fell so much in love
With you

The Voice

For my Shadow

The voice calls to me
"Come to me"
It speaks softly, lovingly
It lurks in the shadows of the night
It's so patient, so kind
I'm tempted, so very tempted.
But I resist,
I must resist.
Another night, another time
"Come to me"
Lovingly, sweetly.
Temptation is strong this time
Again I resist,
I must resist.
Time goes by, again I hear
"Come to me"
Passionately, demanding this time
I try to resist
I cannot resist
I go

Shadows

I close my eyes and see you there
Waiting for me in the
Darkness and the Shadows of my soul
I hear you calling me
Asking me to forgive you
For all the Horrors you have
Wrought upon us all
I see you here
Through the tears and the pain
The sadness and the joy
I feel you here
Longing for me to be yours
Once again
I feel the Darkness and the Shadows
They are mine
I am here

In The Darkness

For my Shadow
I close my eyes
and there you are
Waiting for me
In the shadows and
Darkness of my mind
I hear you
Calling out to me
Willing me to join you
To be with you
But I am not ready
I fear the Dark
I see you in the
Faces of Those around me
Those who wish me to
Save myself from you
I feel you reaching out
to me
Pulling me to you
Pulling me with you
I am ready
I am yours

For Me

For Me
When will I learn
to live my life
for myself and not
for others?
When will I remember
that my life still
is my own,
not theirs to live
Why don't I take
my life back
for myself
from them

Eternal Love

For my Shadow. My Watcher, my Teacher, my Lover

I see you through the shadows
of this place we call our own
and finally I know what it means
to Love and be Loved
There is a bond that we share
like none we've had before.
It ties us to one another
for Eternity.
This bond of
Eternal Love

Stories, Part I

The Wardsman’s Wife

Welcome to the Keep. This is my home, my heart, my life now. I came here willingly, knowing what it meant to live here. I knew what people were going to think of me if I became a resident of the keep. I didn’t care. I came here because the man I loved was here, and I wanted to be with him. He served the Lord of the keep. Allow me tell you our story. He had been with His Lordship since His Lordship, was young. They were once friends, despite the differences in their age, before the Lord had to take his place at the head of the family, and was no longer free to be friends with those who were “mere servants” as his mother was so fond of saying. When his Lordship took his position, his first official act was to make sure my husband’s father had taken him as his apprentice. My husband’s magic skills far exceeded that of anyone else in the keep. So, his Lordship felt that he would make a good wardsman one day, and his father agreed. So, despite his advanced age for apprenticeship, he became his father’s apprentice. My husband proved to be a good student, and learned quickly. This impressed his Lordship, and made him quite pleased with his old friend. As time went on, the old wardsman passed away, and my husband was made the wardsman of the keep. He enjoyed the challenges he faced as such, and worked hard to please his master. One day, however, a young woman came to the keep, and managed to get through some of the wards the young wardsman had set. She walked right through some of them, right into the throne room where his Lordship was meeting. She apologized, and left immediately, saying naught but that she had been told that she could find the master of the keep there. She was not aware that he was busy, but she needed to speak to him when he had a chance. When he was done with the meeting she interrupted, he tracked her down and took care of the business she brought him. He then asked this young woman if there was anything she had to go back for any time soon. When she told him that there was nothing, he asked that she remain with them for a few days, and also explained why he wished her to stay. She agreed. So the young lady stayed at the keep, and worked with the wardsman. Helping him improve his wards on certain parts of the keep. If she could get through them, then they needed to be worked on. The more time they spent together, the more they grew to care for each other. The young lady had been at the keep for a mere fortnight when the young wardsman asked her permission to speak to her father. When she gave her permission, they went to his Lordship to ask his permission to leave that afternoon for the trip. His Lordship granted his permission, and they left the keep. It was a short trip to her home, a mere three hours by horse, and they arrived just before the evening meal. Her mother was happy to see her home, as was her father. The wardsman asked her father if they could speak privately, and they walked away and talked for a while. While they were gone, the lady confided in her mother that she was sure that he was asking her father for her hand in marriage. Her mother was not as happy as the young lady had hoped she would be. She was nervous and worried about her little girl in that place. She said it had been ok as long as it was a temporary visit, but her mother didn’t want her to live there. It was so far away. What would she do there? How was she going to live? Her mother had heard awful things about his Lordship and the way he treated his servants. The lady tried to explain to her mother that his Lordship wasn’t what everyone said he was. He would never be described as a warm and generous man, but he was not the cruel, evil monster that he was made out to be by those in the surrounding villages. He was just and fair, and would not tolerate the violation of any law. His punishments were swift and fitting to the crimes. And he always treated his servants well. As a matter of fact, the wardsman had been a very good friend of his when they had been younger. In the end, she managed to convince her mother that she truly loved this man, and she wanted to be with him. Also that his Lordship was not an evil monster. In light of this, her mother consented to the marriage. Her father had consented right away, because he could see how much the wardsman loved his little girl. So the wardsman left his beloved with her parents, and went back to the keep to get permission from his Lordship to wed, and asked for the wedding to be held at the keep. His Lordship gave full permission for both. He admired the lady himself, She was the only woman he had ever met who was not afraid of him, nor did she want to bed him. She was a good match for his old friend. Like an older sister to him, much like his wardsman had acted as an older brother for so many years.The keep was thrown, full scale, into preparations for a wedding. Flowers were brought in, as the only flowers grown in his Lordship’s gardens were black roses, and the lady did not feel that would be the best symbol for her marriage to the wardsman. People were amazed at the way this woman could talk to his Lordship. Whenever anyone else spoke to him, they were quiet, and polite, and obeyed his every command without question. If he told her to do something, she would look at him and tell him either to do it himself, or that she’d get to it when she had time. She had a wedding to plan after all. And he would laugh at her. At his laughter for her temerity, the keep was shocked. For His Lordship rarely if ever laughed. No one in the keep ever heard him laugh. The day before the wedding, his Lordship had a carriage sent for her parents, for their trip to the keep. Also, this way they would be well rested for the wedding the next day without having to worry. When they arrived, he was waiting on the front steps to greet them, to welcome them to his home, The Keep of the Forlorn Rose, more commonly called the Black Rose Keep. He told them that they were welcome to stay for as long as they liked. A set of chambers had been set up for their stay, and it was near where their daughter’s were. After the wedding she and her husband would assumedly be moving into the suites they had been offered, which would give them room to start a family if they so chose. Her parents were relieved and calmed by this greeting from their host, and had to agree with their daughter that he seemed to be a decent man. They asked to be shown to their chambers so that they could freshen up. A servant was called, and they were told that if they would like, his Lordship would be having a drink in the library when they were done. They thanked him, and went off to freshen up and rest some before dinner.The next morning was a flurry of activity. The bride was readied in her dressing room. Her train smoothed, her veil adjusted to perfection, her hair brushed and curled and piled atop her head in the latest fashionable style. She was a truly beautiful bride. As she came down the carpet that had been laid from the drive to the garden, she looked as though she were floating. Guests swore that they heard angels singing. Her father smiled at her as he took her hand. He'd never been so proud in his life.

I'm having problems with this one, I can't seem to figure out where to go from here, so I'll be updating this story as I can.