fairytale

Forever And Always

At night I lie awake and wach you sleep

Right beside me

And I feel an unchanging passion, an irresistable attraction

 

And the tears pour from my eyes

As I think of you in my life

And I know for the rest of my days

I'll love you forever and always

 

Girl I know we are meant to be

Although we may disagree

You're still my angel send from above

I'd rather fight with you, than make love with someone else

 

And the tears pour from my eyes

As I think of you in my life

And I know for the rest of my days

I'll love you forever and always

 

And I can see you walking down that isle

In that long white dress

This could be your fairytale

Baby, all you have to do is say yes

 

And the tears pour from my eyes

As I think of you in my life

And I know for the rest of my days

I'll love you forever and always

 

And the tears pour from my eyes

Because you'll always be in my life

And i know for the rest of my days

I will love you forever and always

 

I will love you forever and always

 

Forever and always

The wind howls red

 

 

 

Fingers frozen, jacket tight, the merlot leaves taking flight

Foot steps long ,quick in pace, better hurry home, you are not alone

The wind howls red, the chill runs deep, you should be in bed, to Grandmas keep

The bramble cottage comes in sight, everyones sleeping, there is no light

You skip closer, just a little more, oblivious to the danger lurking beyond the door.

 
C.Grainger

Soothing the Savage Grimbledorfs

Folder: 
Dreams and Schemes

I lay asleep soundlessly

beneath the covers on my bed,

Only to be awoken by the sound

of Grimbledorfs above my head.

Now Grimbledorfs are ugly creatures

with ears the size of a fist

and their eyes are blood red

as if they were blood-kissed.

Their teeth were sharp like razor's

and yellow as the sun.

There flesh green and cover in scabs,

plus they'd all talk as one.

Grimbledorfs were savage creatures

who would feast on human skin

and the secret way to be spared,

was to tell them tales of the Moonlight Gin.

Now this gin wasn't really real,

or an alcohol of any kind.

It was just something they had invented

within their convoluted minds.

See Moonlight Gin had the power

to turn Grimbledorfs into men

and so they searched for it endlessly

but believed it was hidden from them.

On this night I told them a tale

of a land very far the way.

Where there was enough of the gin,

to cure them all they say.

The place lay beneath the sea,

looked deep within a metal chest.

I absentmindly pet one of these creatures,

a small one laid upon my breast.

I told them If they hurried

they could make it by first light.

Because Grimbledorfs would explode

If they weren't hidden before the end of night.

And so they clambered over one another,

diving off of my bed.

Saying that if it wasn't there,

I'd better have another tale or I'd be dead.

They closed the door quietly behind them

and I ground in sorrow.

For this underground island did not exist

so they'd be back tomorrow.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

When I was younger I'd imagine these little creatures were sitting at the foot of my bed.

And they were always getting ready to nibble off my toes if I ran out of tales.

This is what they sort of looked like:

The Plague's Maid

She split the world in twenty ways,

The day she stirred a deadly plague,

To rid the world of our sins.

 

Her mission plan was Out To Kill,

She claimed the lives of scum until

her illness broke from its chains.

 

Then her disease killed hoards for miles,

And she rejoiced Death for a while,

But then her mission backfired.

 

Her beauty died with countless young,

Her savage bloodlust reeked among

both the Hopeful and Damned.

 

Now the townsfolk live again,

Too scared to let that woman in,

So she waits until dark. 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Based on the Scandinavian legend "Pesta" 

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Beware The Lady Mare

Beware the 'mare spectator,

who hurts you as you sleep.

She'll mould your dreams to nightmares

and cackle when you weep.

 

Beware the fear creator,

She'll crush your wracking chest.

She'll torture you 'til morning says

that Death is for the best.

 

Beware the dream invader,

When you yawn, retire with care.

With every nightmare, she creates

a knot within your hair. 

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When Children Meet Pirates

 

I was given the job

by the employer from Hell

of nanny to two girls

called Nancy and Belle.

 

Their father was a crook,

I knew from the start,

he was gluttonous and vile,

but cunning and smart.

 

He knew nothing of love,

and had only one ambition,

to torture the Kingdom's pirates

until they fell into submission.

 

Despite their father's flaws,

the girls were utter joys,

Although Belle was a little stubborn,

And made an awful lot of noise,

 

See, I was employed for a reason,

I found out on my first day.

The girls were intrigued by a forest,

and I was not to let them stray.

 

The Bloodcrow Forest was scary,

and huge and quite close by,

And the rumour in the city was

that Pirates were camping inside.

 

See, they were after something,

and my employer, Mr Pesh,

had let slip that he was responsible

for a catastrophic mess.

 

Mr Pesh was man of law,

and several months ago,

had captures eleven pirates,

and put their severed heads on show.

 

The pirates' rage was worrying

to men like Mr Pesh,

more so because his daughters,

longed to see Pirates in the flesh.

 

So I tried for months to control them,

but Belle could not be tamed,

she'd always dreamt of meeting Pirates,

My bedtime stories were to blame...

 

Before I could stop her,

she escaped in the dead of night,

We feared she might be murdered,

to her sister's cruel delight.

 

I'd neglected mute little Nancy

and failed to see her tears,

Belle had bullied her sister

and become the subject of all her fears.

 

So Nancy didn't care

whether Belle had lived or died,

but I still ran into the forest

and screamed for her to hide.

 

I rescued twelve-year-old Belle,

who was surprisingly calm.

She said she loved the Pirate camp,

and that the Pirates meant no harm.

 

I told her this was rubbish,

and she'd heard a bunch of lies,

so she screamed and me and kicked my leg

and ran to her room and cried.

 

The following morning saw a terror,

in the form of a Pirate siege,

which began in the Castle's Courtyard

while King Ferdinand made a speech.


Mr Pesh was a raging bull

and punched his daughter in the eye,

As it was Belle who told the Pirates

that he'd wanted more to die,

 

As I ran to safe-guard Nancy,

I watched a Pirate approach poor Belle,

who was being beaten by her father

and being told to rot in Hell.

 

The Pirate wrenched dear Belle aside

and brandished a glistening sword

and plunged it into her father's chest

until he lay dead on the floor.

 

I was relieved that Belle was safe,

but she clasped a Pirate's hand

and at first I was bewildered but then

I saw her smile expand.

 

Could it be that she had met him

during her escapade in the woods?

Could he possibly have loved her?

Could a pirate turn out to be good?

 

I had more important things on my mind though,

All around me, townsfolk were screaming.

I ran, shielding Nancy

from the buildings that were burning.

 

Through all the smoke and licking flames,

we searched for the Pirate and Belle,

we thought we saw them running,

but it was difficult to tell.

 

But soon the smoke began to clear

as did the panic in my head,

and we found Belle and the Pirate

hiding near the Forest's edge.

 

"This is John Lefevre" Belle told me.

"We're in love and I'm running away.

I'm going with him on the Pirate Ship

To find treasure on some exotic bay."

 

Naturally I was furious

and I punched Lefevre in the face

I begged Belle to come with me and Nancy

to some new and happier place.

Of course, she refused my offer.

Love is blinding and harming and alarming.

She wanted adventure and excitement and her Pirate,

but her sister simply needed re-homing.

 

Eventually, Lefevre surrendered

and passed me his young lover's hand.

Belle cried all the way to the station,

where we left for Featherjet Land.

 

We were happy for a while,

me as mother in a cute little cottage.

I got a job as a local teacher

and the girls became my world.

 

But one morning before I served breakfast,

I heard Nancy shriek Belle' name.

Belle had fled in search of her Pirate

and Nancy was never the same.

 

My story does not end here,

neither does Nancy's and neither does Belle's,

So I'll leave it here and collect my memories

So that next time, I have more stories to tell. 

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