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The Emerald of My Eye The woods are a magical realm. The swaying of the enigmatic elms, the peaceful motion is kind. The forest has nothing else in mind. The sweet song of the trees, and the buzzing of the bees. The forest guardian towers over all. Many trees stand proud and tall. Going around the thorny thistles, The woeful wind whistles. Sun, reveal your face! Show us your warm embrace. The silent symphonious rhythm, your heart will tell you what's hidden. Glorious, green grass envelops the ground. Wild, free, the plants go abound. The beautiful emerald of my eye, the forest, its deep depths without lies. The rustling of

Cloak and Dagger The sun, sets, the darkness awakens. All light is sucked away, taken. The realms of darkness, Demanding a weary alertness. A dark cloaked figure lurks, Preparing, for another night's work. The wicked wind is howling, And hidden evil is prowling. The silver moonlight shines, All the dark shapes it defines. The old owl coos, The night is in shades of blue. The flash of a knife, The night is full of strife. Nothing is heard, As the murder occurred. Not a single sound, As the body fell to the ground. The assassin stalks away, Waiting, for another night to slay.

Distant Love Could you love from afar? Wishing upon a distant star? This overwhelming attraction, I constantly pursue. I would give anything just to be with you. This terrible feeling, this unquenchable thirst, My wounded heart is ready to burst. Day after day, I am wasting away. My being, my soul is in deep decay. Such is the price of emotion; it costs. Such a cruel curse, this feeling of loss! Sometimes I wish I could not feel. How great it would be, to have a heart of steel. To have not a care, it would be easy to bear. It's a naïve wish, I am painfully aware. But I am stuck, with the same question. Stuck in my unhealthy

Loneliness Suffering in this loneliness. Always a dominating shyness. As lone as the distant gray moon, And as cold; all my feelings strewn. Searching for the evasive key. To let my tortured soul free, From this icy cold void. All human contact; devoid. In my pit of desperate despair, Shedding countless tears. My heart is in pieces; broken! Yet my pain is still unspoken. What little happiness is rapidly repealing. Loss of emotion, destruction of feeling. Therapy, help, it's all much too late. My is soul is dead, and that is my fate.