There was once a woman who ran in the woods. She had brown hair that trailed behind her like a tail. She was running away from the guards of the mansion near the woods.
"Stop!" the guard ordered.
"I won't stop keeping the secret except Reginald would let you stop chasing me!" the woman replied with a voice that signifies that she was tired.
" Are you running only for a lowly creature?" the guard said with a strong voice.
" I am not afraid. Kill me." the woman said, "but leave the baby safe."
"But why?! It's a baby girl, and you know girls and woman are worthless except for the maids and the members of the Rosrien. You, the honorable Lady Freryn, why are you running for that silly little girl that is not from the House Of Rosrien?"
" Stop all the talk. This is my order. kill me, and let the baby safe." Lady Freryn ordered.
" Alright."the guards said.....
-To Be Continued.
"Stop!" the guard ordered.
"I won't stop keeping the secret except Reginald would let you stop chasing me!" the woman replied with a voice that signifies that she was tired.
" Are you running only for a lowly creature?" the guard said with a strong voice.
" I am not afraid. Kill me." the woman said, "but leave the baby safe."
"But why?! It's a baby girl, and you know girls and woman are worthless except for the maids and the members of the Rosrien. You, the honorable Lady Freryn, why are you running for that silly little girl that is not from the House Of Rosrien?"
" Stop all the talk. This is my order. kill me, and let the baby safe." Lady Freryn ordered.
" Alright."the guards said.....
-To Be Continued.
The creeking silence of age echos through the streets.
Sounds like old wooden floors under heavy feet.
All of the children once running around have evacuated
Or maybe they’ve just disappeared
Where have all the children gone?
Just yesterday they were tying ribbons in trees and swinging from the branches.
They were leaping over hot coals and swooning at anything
Where have all the children gone?
Those of us who remain wonder around like abandoned children in shopping malls.
Where have all the children gone?
Maybe this is just a dream
Maybe we are sleeping in rooms filled with metal shelves
If we put our ears to those shelves they would tell us stories of how they were emptied
Emptied by the fingers of fathers
Emptied into the flesh of their sons and daughters.
Where have all the children gone?
We hope they’re hiding
We hope they’re playing a game
But we know this is really happening
Where have all the children gone?
Sounds like old wooden floors under heavy feet.
All of the children once running around have evacuated
Or maybe they’ve just disappeared
Where have all the children gone?
Just yesterday they were tying ribbons in trees and swinging from the branches.
They were leaping over hot coals and swooning at anything
Where have all the children gone?
Those of us who remain wonder around like abandoned children in shopping malls.
Where have all the children gone?
Maybe this is just a dream
Maybe we are sleeping in rooms filled with metal shelves
If we put our ears to those shelves they would tell us stories of how they were emptied
Emptied by the fingers of fathers
Emptied into the flesh of their sons and daughters.
Where have all the children gone?
We hope they’re hiding
We hope they’re playing a game
But we know this is really happening
Where have all the children gone?
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