Haven't been on TEF in ages Well, I've been caught up with schoolwork etc.
I wrote this poem recently so it still needs adjusting a bit :S

The Demon

Once upon a stormy night, I sat in bed trembling with fright,
The rain beat down upon the window pane,
Thudding on the glass again and again
As if attempting to inflict so much pain.

Lightning flashed across the night sky,
Causing a nearby tree to burn and die,
The flames spreading along the withering branches,
Branches as sharp as Knight's lances,
The flames begin to move and spread,
Fearful, I shrink back into my bed,
Hoping that I will not soon be dead.

Shadows dance around outside,
Tormenting me with mocking eyes,
Tormenting me with shrill laughter,
Will I die of fright not soon after?
Then it stops ; the night is still,
Are monsters plotting the scare and kill?

Then starts a howling a mournful callm
A graveyard song for those that fall,
The ghosts arise so cold and lost,
Looking as if they are covered in frost.
Then starts a thudding at my door..
Maybe its not just ghosts after all?

With trembling hands towards the door I walk,
My voice barely a whisper as I begin to talk,
" P-please theres no-one home...
I beg of you to leave me alone "
The monster outside has not been fooled,
It roars in rage and claws the walls.

I open the door and there is standing,
A dreadful demon upon the landing,
With eyes as red as thick dark blood,
And four huge paws covered in mud.
It's teeth are as sharp as kitchen knives,
But it's claws are as large as Executioner's Scythes.

I stare in horror at the beast before me,
Hoping that it will ignore me,
At times like this I wish I had a stake..
Then suddenly the demon begins to shake,
It's then I realise my mistake.

I see clearly in the light of the dawn,
My cat that got stuck outside in the storm.

"One day, I'll be just like him!"

The great stag sat up at once. I feel asleep!, he thought immediately, and looking around he found himself alone by the willow at the pond. His father as well as Wafiya were long gone, though a pool of blood stained the ground where the old stag had lay.

Quad sat up, looking off to the Pond. He's gone, isn't he?, he thought, I failed to protect him.

He walked away, going deeper into the Forest, looking for others to talk to. All he saw were fawns playing. Fawns playing...

"Come play with me, dad!"
"Not today, son. I have to take care of something."
"Dad, don't go! Don't..."



The old memory played in his head, haunting him. His father once played with him when he was younger, but he started to remember that he was often doing other things. Quad always thought he was just a busy man.

He kept going, past the Ruins, and stopped at his old sleeping pillar.

"He got into another fight...I can't get to sleep...I can't stop seeing him hurting that other deer..."



Quad snapped out of it. He shook his head sadly, remembering that night as well. Continuing on, he found an old spot where he remembered helping others with pelt spells. Another vision seemed to pop into his head there.

"Take that ridiculous pelt off! You look like a pervert!"



I just wanted to look like Dad..., Quad thought to himself, I just wanted to be like my idol and mentor.

He kept going, running, getting away from the memories.

Chapter Three – Resented and Rejected

Much to Jergen's protests, the old woman insisted that she be a hostess to him for the night. After washing the inch thick layers of filth off his body, the old woman had treated him to a lovely meal of rice pilaf and zucchini. During said meal, Jergens learned a bit more about the woman. Her name was Irene Whittington, and she was best known for her community service. “You ain’t the only down-and-out rascal livin’ round’ here boy. Nor are you the only who’ve I’ve invited for a night or three.” She had told him a bit more than once.

When the table had been cleared, Irene and Jergens slowly migrated over to the living room. “So…” Irene began as she plopped carelessly onto the couch. “I told ya what ya needed to know about me, now how about you?” Jergens put a hand to a forming beard on his chin, stroking it a little in thought. Could he really trust her? Hm, yes, he thought he might. He didn’t have much to lose anyway. “Where do I begin, lady?” he leaned forward a little on the couch, staring at the hardwood flooring. After a while, he began.

“Well… My parents kicked me out when I was twelve. Don’t bother asking me how old I am now. I can’t remember my birthday anymore, but by the year I can only tell that I’m either nineteen or twenty. Couldn’t tell ya which. Anyway, they kicked me out when they found that I’m a… um… well…” he faltered a bit, trying to find that right words. The old woman gave him a sharp, wise glance.

“Yer a queer, ain’t ya boy?”

Jergens was taken aback, “Well… yeah… Should I leave now?” he looked at her sadly. It had happened before; many nice families letting him stay, only to throw his ass right on out when they discovered that he was a homosexual.

The old woman crackled loudly at this, thinking of it as a great joke. “Leave?! Ho, boy, don’t you think yer special?