

HomeMariposa Lareaux, after finally settling down in the royal family as co-advisor to the Queen, secretly found it a bit ridiculous that she had to be thrown into an alternate world to finally feel that she had, in a sense, come home. Of course she had a deep love for her home city of New Orleans and Louisiana in general, but if she sat down in a quiet place in Princess DG's garden and made herself face her blacker thoughts, she eventually came to terms with the fact that she had never fully felt the sentiments of belonging while she lived close to the bayous.Home
But this palce--this country, this palace, these people--this was entirel


MissingI thought I saw you walking on the sunMissing
shining more brilliantly than I ever will
and I wished for nothing more than to slip backwards through the folds of Time's cloak and prove that
I could go solar, too.


The Shield IITo think that once I envied 'Chosen Ones', in particular the boy with green eyes clear, Lord-given scar upon first year.The Shield II
Not once did I freeze in my tracks like game to examine all the darkness that contains them like a frame; all the jealousy and grief and rage and pain, loneliness light like steel petals laid o'er the eyes to let them rest.
That's the closest they'll ever get to death.


The SunriseHalo's parents, Angela and Dean Donnatelli, loved to tell the story of how their daughter was born. Professor Xavier, in particular, found it something picturesquely peculiar.The Sunrise
It was about an hour before dawn on July fifteenth. Angela, Dean, Rebecca Fuccinitti, a midwife, and about five others were on a hilltop in the country outside of Chicago with incense, a little bit of pot smoke, Angela's controlled cries of pain and gentle chanting polluting the air with nothing but the best intentions. It's important to understand that the Donnatelli's--and most of the people they ran with--were deeply steeped in New Age religions. Whethe


Fractured WingsI bandaged my wings in discarded cocoons, and pasted sparrow feathers on my arms, in hopes they would last until the dawn.Fractured Wings
Fallen angels don't have to work too hard To break down your hopes or to
tear off your useless wings After you were done with the surgery After I've stitched myself together.
I knew I'd never be the same again, as hand-sewn angels who tumble trying to grasp at the sunrise, don't have very long to live.
I never meant to fall apart Or tear you down with me There's no more darkness in the light No more time left to
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The RaptureI. I remember my fathers bible. It was chocolate leather, embossed in gold (fading to silver) personalization. He had expected nothing less for Christmas. Yet, I never felt right about my choice of message: He is always with us.The Rapture
II. My mother always knelt beside my bed at midnight with her elbows resting on my quilt and her lips asking to keep my life just one more day. At quarter past, she turned her back and I cried into spaces that her prayers had missed: Lord, are you with me?
III. The doctors have slipped snakes into my veins, pumping their veno

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