Upon the mossy outcrop
He lay there in the glade
Watching the water drop
Making ripples in the rain.

The sight of his symbol
Caught glinting in the pool
Got the stag to thinking
They'd played him for a fool.

He traced and traced again
Over the symbol with his eyes
Each line, each path, each curve
Where it's born and where it dies.

His name and destiny
Was Unfinished

[=10]Yea... I'm not in the best mood today... hope you all find this interesting anyways (wish I was a better writer XC)

Scratch, Cut, Turn the Page, and Start Over

Shivering hands were laid upon an old musty book in an attic. It was dusty and warm up there due the strangely placed chimney that went through the archaic roof made with many hardened clay plates. Inside there were spiders and other small crawly things. It was a place for the flies to feast off each other’s dead flesh, and the spiders’ for gathering their kill. White fluffs surrounded this person’s thick black leather boots, adding to the room’s warmth. But despite its quietness and the hot air, the hands were still cold, shuddering as if something had startled them enough to move.

These were young girl’s hands, charred up and a bit small, stubby around her tiny finger tips. Upon them there were beautiful blue nails, scratching at the books rough brown surface. They sparkled as the small ray of sun coming through the window hit them, but she didn’t see beauty. All she saw were yellowed slabs of white stained plastic jabbing into gray cracked skin. Though she thought this was the truth, her clouded eyes still stared in disgust.

This girl’s hair was strictly taken care of, washed and wonderful. Each hair was silky and smooth leading to a full head of soft blonde beauty. It matched her pale skin, white like a ghost’s against the highlighted straightened strings. No, this certainly won’t do, she thought, opening the book to a clear laminated page. It was shiny and stiff, the rim silver and the page her reflection.

Her heart stopped for the second she saw it, hideous. She looked, her finger brushing the page with its beautiful tip she saw as horrifically terrifying. Dust covered her face on the image in front of her that shook every time she shifted. No matter how many times her body maneuvered, her stomach turned and her heart ached at her appearance.

She, just a babe, merely a few hours past a day old lay mesmerized by her surroundings. She slowly lifted her head blinking her eyes slowly as to try and take in the beauty around her. Had she truly been graced upon to be the one to view such splendor?
Slowly yet gracefully she stood stretching, yawning and shaking the freshly fallen dew drops from her pelt. Quickly her ears perked as she heard rustling within the woods, was it another one of she or something more graceful?

Listening and sniffing is what her instincts told her was the best thing to do. So, ever so earnestly she stood waiting, listening and sniffing hoping to find one to play, frolic or even comfort her in this big vast world of beauty.

Yes, that would be what she would do , she decided : Wait, listen , learn and feel !