Unveiled Pages

No, I won't do it, I won't open my eyes this time. I can't take any more of these stupid games. The air is stagnant, almost stale, as if I'd been thrown into a hidden, unused closet. Or worse, I suppose. There's always worse for me. But what if this time isn't worse? And besides, it's not like having my eyes closed is really going to save me if it is. Cursing myself and my curiosity, I crack open my left eye. And I see. . . Nothing. Or rather, nothing important. Instead, it was empty, deserted. As I open my other eye and look more closely, I can tell that everything has a solid layer of dust, as if no one had been here in years. Rows of the same stiff, uncomfortable chairs line the entire hallway, and looking up, I see I had landed at gate B12. Turning my head even farther, I notice one thing that changes my entire initial impression of this place. The dust was misleading, because if this place had really been abandoned for years, then how could the ac

This poem was written as an experiment in mixing two of my previous poems together.  Huntress  and  End of Forever As I lie dying with my breaths numbered I look back on eternity, And wonder if I could've done more To really have lived heartily Because there were times when, Like just before I ran to meet my greatest disgrace, I didn't truly live I made grievous mistakes I kept my nature a secret Kept my age and experience withheld From the man I adored And that cost me him, my love unparalleled I remember how love shattered in the stillness of the night A secret learned, beyond my control So I flee, unable to face him With the shards of my ancient soul Wind whispered in the forest Forlorn moon shone through the mist No sound to be heard Serenity of the night ceased to exist In the corner of my eye a shadow wavered "Who's there?" - Meeting my call was a soft rustling Afraid as I was, I turned Only to be met with nothing Blackness, e