Wicked 7

By RRSuperNova

*****     Continuation   *****

Eight years ago
I decided to run away
My father
Gray haired
Hazelnut eyes
Rigorous man
Lord Evans
The lord of the north american vampires
Passed away.

I as his only successor
Became the new lord
In name only.
The real lord was
He was my father’s right hand man
As well as my betrothed.

I was kept in the dark
My dad kept me
as his treasure
That gem
That needs to be untouched
And shiny to wait for the right man
To have the vampire kingdom transaction.

I hated it
There was no love
He was as cold as a stone
He just needed the emblem
To reign the kingdom.
So I left it
Along with a letter.
“The kingdom is yours
Don’t look for me
Since I won’t exist anymore.”

I asked Rose
To change me
To give me a different life.
I just wanted to free myself
From this rigid life
From being a mere figurine
In display to the clan.
This crown was too heavy
To uphold.
And I wanted a child of my own.
We as vampires can only
Give birth if our partner is human.
Of course that was out of the question
With him…

If only I had remembered him
Maybe I would have chosen differently…

Wicked 6

By RRSuperNova

***** Continuation *****

Or a means to his end?
I can’t say anymore…

The cops kept asking
Of him…

“Leia” I heard
With a husky deep voice
Whispered by the wind
Like that moonless night
After our first encounter.

The way he looked at me
Got me excited
I was expecting more
As he approached me.

My heart…
It was in a frenzy state
Yet his eyes
They kept me hypnotized.
Then I felt
Our fingers interlaced
He got closer
“You’re mine” he whispered…

I suddenly woke up
I was sweating
My mind was in a mess.
I desperately wanted him
After only seeing him one day.
I was a mess.

After a few weeks
Of good mornings and good nights
We grew together
Or at least that’s what I believed
I guess
It was just me
Since I was his mere possession
A crown princess for his mere collection…

Wicked 5

By RRSuperNova

***** Continuation *****

I who had no past
I who lived in pure bliss
My naive self
Who did not sense danger.

He who concealed his plan
Behind that beautiful mask.
And I who became a puppet
Moved by the very strings
That he moved as he pleased.

The window shattered
Probably by the heat
Who knows
The sirens were approaching
I looked at Tom
Still on his knees
Feeling the loss of his lord
Yet awaiting for my command.
“Go to the old house and wait.”

Like a shadow
He disappeared
While the fire truck lights
Entered my yard.

They jumped
Started to pump the water
As the cops interrogated me.

That damn fool
I tried my best to get away…

My selfishness
Of running away
From my loved clan
From my own crown
From my past self
By locking away
Even memories of him.

I had just one chance
To lose it all
Yet gain it all.
To be a human girl
And I lost that tonight.

It all came rushing
Hitting me like rocks
Tossed by an angry mob.

He who I desperately loved
Was the same person
Who I ran away from.

He knew
And dared to search everywhere
He finally got what he wanted
I was a mere pawn
An end to his means.

If only I knew…

Wicked 4

By RRSuperNova

His deep voice
Saying hi
A high pitch introduction
Into my life
It resonated as
A thousand daggers
Flung into my unarmored heart.

I became conscious
Of his obsidian
Uncontrolled and sculptured hair.
His heart-shaped lips
Yet beyond anything
I’ve ever seen.
His collarbone…

What am I thinking?!!

Even now looking at those flames
I still feel the heat
Of that masterpiece…

Now I know
That was also part of the trap…

Wicked 3

By RRSuperNova

*****  CONTINUATION *****

Mathew was his name
“Gift of God”
A very peculiar name
A bit bitter to my taste.

Or probably
I should of known
That the aftertaste
Would of been bitter
As it has always been.
If only I had known…

Maybe I would have
The courage to turn down
That dazzling smile
That invisible rope
That grasped my soul.

Just maybe…

Wicked 2

By RRSuperNova

*****  Continuation  *****

I should of picked it up that night
Even though it was a rundown house
The anomalies were beyond normal.

The blinking lights
The moving shadows
The feeling of being watched
The wind that caressed my nape
Goosebumps all over
Yet I attributed it to the storm.

I still remember
That beautiful face
That very next day
He who was
like a brilliant pearl.
Those navy blue eyes
That were as dark and profound
As the deepest part of the sea.
And that alluring smile
Welcoming me
Like the morning sun
To my new life.

At least that’s what I thought…


By RRSupernova

Contrary to the night
The flames were portraying
My sorrowful face.

“You’re craaazzyy!”
I heard Tom shouting
While on his knees
And grasping his head
As if clinging to his sanity
Before it slips away…

I was… also trailing off
Into my own thoughts.
Trembling at my loss
As flames kept consuming
My cozy
Yet rundown house.

Since when?
Where did it go wrong?

I still remember
The moment I arrived
In this small town.
A small luggage
And a big dream.
I could feel it
As soon as
Stepping out of my car
The pressure
Running up my spine
Probably of my new life
What I thought…

I should of picked it up that night…

When tomorrow comes

Baby can you see?
The stars are almost unseen
Come here…
Let me sing you a song
Of back in the day…
Twinkle, twinkle little star…

But momma,
What’s a twinkling star?

They are like lights in the sky.
We have changed them
For lights on the streets…

Baby, can you hear?
The movements and honks
Of the cars
No more serenade
From crickets in the night.

What are crickets momma?

Hmm? They were jumpy little fellows.
You see, even as small as they were
they had long and thin legs.
And boooy if they sang with them!
As if breathing for dear life.

Baby, can you smell?

The green stuff from over there?

Yes, the residual smell
From those manufactures…
There was a time
When the fragrance of gardenias
Was in the air.

What are gar, gard, garnas?

Gar-de-nias, they were flowers
White as snow
So fragile to this soil
They smelled sweet
Unlike this rusty metal floor.

Baby, see these seeds?
They are my last hope.
Promise me,
If some day we find a good soil
Let’s settle there
And see them grow.

Momma, can these pebbles grow?

Yes, if you take care of them
They need a good soil
They need water and sun
They are our last hope.

So promise me…
Even if you walk alone
If you see a good soil
Give these little seeds
A chance to fulfill their role.

Why alone momma?

Ah, well, just like the wind,
It comes from nothing
And goes without stopping.
It gives a twirl here and there
And also a light breeze
To whoever is there.
That’s how our fleeting life is.

Aww, don’t be sad baby
I’m here
And will always be here
In this little heart
And in this little mind.

You see,
It doesn’t matter whether
It’s the old days or today.
As long as there is love
We can find a new way…

Creator or Maker?

From creation to cremation
Life, the core itself
Is full of iffies
Love becomes a goal for some
Others prefer serenity in their lives

Then there’s excellency
Which some reach
With tears and despair
And for others
Is like breeze in the air
The most natural thing on earth

Then again,
there are some
That have to fend for themselves
With no studies
Just the grace of God and will.

the path at the beginning
is the same
Somehow with luxuries of the mind
From the bigger generation
Or lack of thereof
Marks the boost in creativity
Of the young fellows.

Then, like a diamond in the rough
If you use whichever tool
The cut won’t be precise
The diamond would be
Of poor quality use.

Now, if you got
another good diamond
You can make the most
Exquisite cuts
The best rainbow look
Not to mention
Higher price in the market.

But let’s not forget
Those loners
Of them all.

Which makes one wonder
Is The Creator
the maker
of it’s creation?
Or is the maker,
the creator
of it’s creation?

Arcana, The Story Behind

In the depths of despair

Thy flame becomes fair

And thy child with wings

Becomes a mortal in earth

But the knowledge of self

That is, within retained.

Once sixty lashes proceed

And the flame becomes complete

Then the one with seventy names

And the healer will once again

In heaven remain

As the prince of the world,

And as the protector of the unborn.

For each lash

10 years have passed

Six wings became three pairs

One shall be only in dreams

In the world, the boy shall exist

As for the last pair of wings

Only true love will know where it is.

Nonetheless till the girl appears

Ageless will be, the ancient of days

Moving from place to place

As for the twin         

The same path shall be seen

The one with the knowledge

In earth shall strive

As for the one in dreams

Till she appears

His memory in darkness shall remain.