It is the loneliness that makes the loudest noise.

This is a poem I wrote for ELA class.

Once upon a time, in a land not so far away, there lived a princess with her King whom she loved with all her heart, soul, strength and mind. She loved her King dearly because He had rescued her from a dark and miserable life of slavery and death.

If you were queen and I was king.

The Story of the Magical Dragon.

When all fails: pg. six.

Damaged hearts: chpt. one.

A love story.

Years passed. Names were forgotten. Eventually all the people, gods, monsters who frequented the clearing died or moved on. Those who strayed discovered other more obscure places to go about their day. Newcomers stubbled upon the place form time to time and found nothing. The "nice people" that used to make the clearing livable had all but forsaken the fields. The land had been destroyed by countless battles of immense power. Nothing grew any longer. The Clearing had become a wasteland. All that was left was scorched earth surrounded by a lake on one end and a forest on the other with an entrance marked by a corroded sign of stone that read "Creatures Welcome". What was once a haven was now a great plain of barren land.

A LIFE STORY.