A Cold Hearted Soul: Some Scraps of Jaedin.

[SteelForgedSword]

In dark place of coldness and death...a small child with pallid skin and an angels face sit's at small desk.

A desk, made of rough hewn wood...though the wood is weathered with an abundance of time. A small doll lays at her left hand as she scribbles in a journal with her right hand...humming to herself...
as her feet dangle from the chair...she comments to herself intermitently as she writes..the comments of a child...the writing of a bard...

Cold-hearted orb that rules the night,
Removes the colours from our sight.
Red is grey and yellow white,
But we decide which is right.

Mommy said all is grey...I think she's right...colorless like Mommy after Daddy was done kissing her...Daddy is a meany...he came to visit me and then they killed Mr. Bones....

And which is an illusion?
Pinprick holes in a colourless sky,
Let insipid figures of light pass by.

There's alot of in..insip...insipid folks around here...for sure...they see evil alllll around them and don't nuttin' but pass on by...

*giggles*

I'll show them my games, the games Daddy taught me...that Mommy don't like...they sure arrrreee fun!!!

The mighty light of ten thousand suns,
Challenges infinity and is soon gone.

No matter what I see around this place Daddy and Mommy brought me too...they sure try to do some good....but it allllll fades away...and is soon GONE!!!

*giggles*

I like that line....

Nighttime, to some, a brief interlude,
To others, the fear of solitude.

It sure is lonely in here without Mr. Bones...I miss him...they shouldna killed him...he was my only friend......

Brave Helios wake up your steeds,
Bring the warmth the countryside needs.

Like I said Daeannara...I miss Mr. Bones...they shouldna killed him...there sure is alot of adventurers around here Dae...they better wake up and start doing something....I smell evil....alllll over tha place...

*she giggles and her eyes change into a deep pitless red and her voice echos across the room in the tone of a full grown adult*

They will wake up...they will bring me Mr. Bones, I miss my friend...the steeds best wake up...for I intend to show many the grey of their ways....and bring the warmth the country side needs...

*she giggles again and returns to writing...humming to herself in that place of coldness and death*

[[Lyrics by the Moody Blues]]