Post by Whisper My Fairytale on May 31, 2010 17:29:51 GMT 10
Trinity ran through the night. She loved the suffocating dark, she loved the hot feeling of the warm night, and she loved the night full stop.
She slowed down as she passed the park, she had been exploring the outside world for a couple hours as she had nothing to do. It was late and the school and she had skipped her lessions, and she wouldn’t try to attempt sleep as nightmares had recently plagued her.
She looked around and wondered what she could do, she had writers block so she couldn’t write a story or song. No one would be up at this hour and she felt like enjoying her own company.
Her hair was in a high tight ponytail and she had a shorter side fringe that only covered her eyes, not her whole face. She yawned quietly.
“What to do?” She asked herself as she asked herself as she looked around, her eyes had adjusted to the dark so she could see well enough.
She walked though the park and went to the cemetery, she loved the cemetery, it was so eerie and she wrote a song about one not long ago.
She sung it to herself as she walked among the grave stones.
This graveyard is a merciless place
No love can be found here
This is a graveyard for the forgotten souls
Nobody visits the graves
It is a soulless place
However even the forgotten ones have friends
There is a caretaker who tends the graves
Each grave has a headstone
And each grave has a wreath placed on it on the date of their death
The graveyard is kept in excellent condition by the caretaker
He lost his wife in a car accident
He took to drink and could not hold down a job
In time he became homeless
And begged for enough money to buy another bottle of whiskey
The streets were a dangerous place full of drugs and violence
Eventually he found this graveyard
It was a quiet and safe place
He chose to sleep there at night
There was another caretaker at the time who was very old
He was in his eighties and close to death
He had no family or friends
He told the drunken man about the Graveyard of the Forgotten
It was his duty to keep the place respectable
The two men became friends
The old caretaker died a few months later
And the drunken widower took over the role of caretaker
It helped him to sober up
It gave him a sense of responsibility
He felt at home surrounded by so many lost spirits
In time he would grow old
Soon another wraith or stray would find this place
And the role of caretaker would be passed on
The creator of souls takes care of us all in his own way
Such is the cycle of life
Even the most unfortunate souls will find a place of rest
Nobody is turned away from the Graveyard of the Forgotten
She twirled around and listened to the spirits stories. She looked like a gothic ballerina. As she danced around the graveyard in a long corseted dress. She had very odd clothing tastes.
She smiled as she put on black and gold mask and sung to herself a song from Phantom of The Opera as she continued to wonder around the graveyard:
"Little Lotte thought of everything and nothing.Her father promised her that he would send her the Angel of Music.
Her father promised her...
Her father promised her...
You were once my one companion,
You were all that mattered.
You were once a friend and father,
Then my world was shattered.
Wishing you were somehow here again,
Wishing you were somehow near.
Sometimes it seemed if I just dreamed,
Somehow you would be here.
Wishing I could hear your voice again,
Knowing that I never would.
Dreaming of you won't help me to do,
All that you dreamed I could!
Passing bells and sculpted angels,
Cold and monumental.
Seem, for you, the wrong companions,
You were warm and gentle.
Too many years fighting back tears,
Why can't the past just die!
Wishing you were somehow here again,
Knowing we must say goodbye!
Try to forgive, teach me to live!
Give me the strength to try!
No more memories, no more silent tears!
No more gazing across the wasted years!
Help me say goodbye
Help me say goodbye..."
Her hands trailed over a stone angel as she sung, she looked like a ghost, one of the forgotten souls she had sung about...
She slowed down as she passed the park, she had been exploring the outside world for a couple hours as she had nothing to do. It was late and the school and she had skipped her lessions, and she wouldn’t try to attempt sleep as nightmares had recently plagued her.
She looked around and wondered what she could do, she had writers block so she couldn’t write a story or song. No one would be up at this hour and she felt like enjoying her own company.
Her hair was in a high tight ponytail and she had a shorter side fringe that only covered her eyes, not her whole face. She yawned quietly.
“What to do?” She asked herself as she asked herself as she looked around, her eyes had adjusted to the dark so she could see well enough.
She walked though the park and went to the cemetery, she loved the cemetery, it was so eerie and she wrote a song about one not long ago.
She sung it to herself as she walked among the grave stones.
This graveyard is a merciless place
No love can be found here
This is a graveyard for the forgotten souls
Nobody visits the graves
It is a soulless place
However even the forgotten ones have friends
There is a caretaker who tends the graves
Each grave has a headstone
And each grave has a wreath placed on it on the date of their death
The graveyard is kept in excellent condition by the caretaker
He lost his wife in a car accident
He took to drink and could not hold down a job
In time he became homeless
And begged for enough money to buy another bottle of whiskey
The streets were a dangerous place full of drugs and violence
Eventually he found this graveyard
It was a quiet and safe place
He chose to sleep there at night
There was another caretaker at the time who was very old
He was in his eighties and close to death
He had no family or friends
He told the drunken man about the Graveyard of the Forgotten
It was his duty to keep the place respectable
The two men became friends
The old caretaker died a few months later
And the drunken widower took over the role of caretaker
It helped him to sober up
It gave him a sense of responsibility
He felt at home surrounded by so many lost spirits
In time he would grow old
Soon another wraith or stray would find this place
And the role of caretaker would be passed on
The creator of souls takes care of us all in his own way
Such is the cycle of life
Even the most unfortunate souls will find a place of rest
Nobody is turned away from the Graveyard of the Forgotten
She twirled around and listened to the spirits stories. She looked like a gothic ballerina. As she danced around the graveyard in a long corseted dress. She had very odd clothing tastes.
She smiled as she put on black and gold mask and sung to herself a song from Phantom of The Opera as she continued to wonder around the graveyard:
"Little Lotte thought of everything and nothing.Her father promised her that he would send her the Angel of Music.
Her father promised her...
Her father promised her...
You were once my one companion,
You were all that mattered.
You were once a friend and father,
Then my world was shattered.
Wishing you were somehow here again,
Wishing you were somehow near.
Sometimes it seemed if I just dreamed,
Somehow you would be here.
Wishing I could hear your voice again,
Knowing that I never would.
Dreaming of you won't help me to do,
All that you dreamed I could!
Passing bells and sculpted angels,
Cold and monumental.
Seem, for you, the wrong companions,
You were warm and gentle.
Too many years fighting back tears,
Why can't the past just die!
Wishing you were somehow here again,
Knowing we must say goodbye!
Try to forgive, teach me to live!
Give me the strength to try!
No more memories, no more silent tears!
No more gazing across the wasted years!
Help me say goodbye
Help me say goodbye..."
Her hands trailed over a stone angel as she sung, she looked like a ghost, one of the forgotten souls she had sung about...