Hunter and the Fox In darkest night she cries for her release.She speaks her words and from shadows they steal.Too late she rues her rash request for peace,And in her fear she begs a dangerous dealFrom one who watched her long through crystal eyesAnd, smiling, discounts her moving appeal.She rejects his shallow comforts, defiesHim in her apprehension and her ire.With an eerie laugh, he at last, complies,To let her try her prize to reacquireShould she win the game that he requireDown cobbled paths she runs against the clockDetermined to win back her treasured prize.He watches from above in growing shockAs she triumphs over each new su
Just another eponine's song Just Another Eponine’s Song“I wish the goblins would come and take me away, right now.” Fingers knotted into fists, muscles tensed as if anticipating a blow, she stood with her eyes squeezed resolutely shut. It hadn’t worked. It couldn’t have. Once she opened her eyes, she knew she’d be confronted by the same strangling reality that nipped at her skin until it was raw and crawled through her veins, making every movement ache and burn, that smothered her when she woke up in the middle of the night with her heart pounding and fingertips sweating, pressed down on her chest until she could barely pull air in
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