my life doesn't matter anymore..i hate the way things are going

i love him with all my heart and even more at that

yet he doesn't love me nor does he wish to be with me

no where to go, no where to hide

my life is meaningless, no point in living it

these thoughts are mad and i know

yet they just keep on coming back

like his face in my dreams

this haunting feelings, keeps eating at me

this horrid feeling of loneliness

and my broken heart lie in pieces

don't want to live hurt anymore

don't want to live without him

only one place left, for this poor, ugly, dying angel

Continuous of Lunneta and Jordan........

.  I remember my Aunt talking about a beautiful girl that I should meet and that she was so pose and well educated in the finest arts, literature, reading and writing.  I could have met this young woman before some man took her.  At that moment I looked straight down to her left hand, reminded that my love is taken, I wanted to weep.  My only love that I have ever had was already taken from me.  She caught me looking at her rings and lifted her hand and pointed the hand at me so I could see well.  Then she pointed at the big ring on her middle finger, “This was my fathers, he left it to me before he died, it was a gift from the King of Italy,” she then pointed to the ones on her ring finger.  I swallowed hard and was ready for her to say wonderful things about her husband.  “This was a gift from Queen May, she gave it to me for great services and for teaching her how to quilt, and this above the ring Queen May gave me, this is a ring from the Queen of Italy, she gave it to me because I would play with her little son that didn’t know how to talk, all he knew what to do was write on a piece of wax, I had helped him learn how to write.”  I smiled big and sighed with relief, she wasn’t taken, I could have her, and I just had to work for it.  I knew I had to have her after I knew that she wasn’t married.  I took her hand and gently kissed the back of it and smiled at her.  She blushed and smiled big at me, and I smiled back, “May I say that you are the most finest looking woman I have seen in ages?  I have never seen such a beauty that was worthy of becoming a statue so that everyone else after your time would be able to see your true beauty.”   She blushed redder, turning her lil chicks were puffy like little pieces of cotton and her nose was round yet it suited her well-rounded face.  She curtsied once again; I bowed my head and looked at her.   “You are the one that almost crushed me in the forest aren’t you,” she asked me looking into my brown eyes.  I smiled and blushed slightly and nodded to her.  “You could have killed me if you did warning shout to me and Brazilian.  He was able to pull me from the branches landing,” she said while gently running her fingers through her horses’ main.  I looked at her a little puzzled, “Brazilian?  May I ask who that is?”  She smiled and laughed a little and turned her back to me, “That’s the name of my horse, I named him after a man that tried to save my father a while back.  I didn’t know what to name him, so I named him after that man, Brazilian.”   She turned once more and looked at me while a smile, I smiled back but it was whipped away by the sound of Donna calling to her daughter.  Lunneta picked her gown up and ran into the house for her mother.  I walked in and smiled at the sight of them hugging, holding and kissing each other, I smiled at the site of the two showing how much they love each other.  They both turned and looked at me, I slightly bowed my head and they bowed theirs, I walked in a little more, “I best be getting on my way home, my father will be worried if I do not show up sooner or later.  He might even send out a search party for me, and I wouldn’t want them to be storming through your house looking for me and accuse you of kidnapping, I would never want that to happen to you.”  Lunneta looked at her mother and began to speak in Italian, she was hoping that I didn’t understand it, but I too was well educated in the best of schools and I knew how to speak up to six languages.  She said, “Mother, we can’t let him walk back to his castle at this hour, the wolves are out and the moon is gone, he will surely loose a leg or an arm, or maybe even killed, and we wouldn’t want that.”  I laughed a little at her words and she looked at me a bit odd, “My dear Lunneta, I should be fine, I am a well known hunter and I should be quite fine.”  She began to blush, “You speak Italian Prince Jordan?  I didn’t know that.”  I nodded my head slightly, then Donna stepped forward at me, “Prince Jordan, please stay in our extra room we have, it is warm and the blanket are fresh and the fire will never stop burning in the room, and in the morning I will have breakfast ready for you, please say you will stay just for the night?”   I smiled big then looked at Lunneta, she nodded her head as if telling me to say yes, then I looked at Donna who also was nodding her head at me, as if telling me to say yes also.  I chuckled a lil and began to nod my head as well and Lunneta smiled.  She was happy that I was going to stay; I knew she was I could tell by the way she smiled and held her hands in one another.  I was happy that they asked me to stay.  If they wouldn’t have asked, I would have, I didn’t want to walking out there in the dark, alone.  I was very pleased that I would be able to stay with the one I love, this would be the first night I slept in the same house with someone I love so much.  Lunneta walked past me and went into a little room while Donna cleaned my dishes; I slowly walked over to her and started to dry the clean dishes with a rag that was sitting next to them.  Donna gently grabbed my hand and looked up and me while I looked down at her, “Prince Jordan, you shouldn’t have to do this, these are my chores, not yours.”  I smiled and began to dry again, “I know, but I would like to help clean my dishes, I try to help as much as possible.  I even clean up after myself at my own castle I don’t like to burden the help with my messes.”  I set the dishes one on top of another after I had dried them.  She smiled at me and I didn’t notice cause I was too busy drying my dishes.  I stopped my drying and turned around when I heard Lunneta running back into the kitchen, she smiled big at me and curried once more before me, “Your highness, your room is ready.”  I smiled at her, bowed my head to Donna then took Lunneta’s hand and she walked me to a big carved door.  The door had a big elk carved into it.  It was beautiful, I looked over to Lunneta, and “Did your mother do this also?”  She smiled and slowly dragged her fingertips down the door and she nodded to me.  I puts my hand above hers and dragged my fingertips down the large door as well, then the unthinkable happened, Lunneta slide her hand under mine and ran her fingers with mine.  Her skin was so soft and smooth, her nail were a bit long, about half an inch or so.  I looked at her and she looked back, she gently held my hand and smiled sweetly.  She then opened the big door and walked with me inside.  The room was enormous it had a big window with a beautiful view of the forest and the garden, and there it was, the freshly bloomed sunflowers and I saw little cinnamon plants growing.  That means that she must have been tending to her garden, that’s why she smells so wonderful.  The room smelt like a fireplace, which means that Lunneta started the fire for me.  I looked behind me at the huge bed.  The wood was hand carved once more and the blankets were made of bear and elk hide, which mean that I will be very warm tonight.  There was a nightstand by the head of the bed and it had fresh wild flowers in a little vase of water.  Purple, green, red, yellow and orange filled the vase.  The rooms’ colors consisted of red and brown so the wild flowers added a nice sense of wilderness and beauty.  I turned and looked at Lunneta, she was so beautiful and young. She smiled at me and started to walk out the door, but I gently held onto her hand and brought her back into the room.  She looked at me and I wanted so bad to kiss her sweet soft lips, I brought her close to my body and I leaned in and I kissed her soft lips.  She kissed me back, my hands slowly moved from her arms to her small neck and I continued to kiss her.  Gently sliding my tongue into her mouth and she returned by massaging hers with mine, she was so good at kissing.  My right hand began to wonder down her left breast and I gently cupped it in my hand.  Lunneta’s hands ran up my tunic and to my sides, she felt up my muscles. I had to admit, I was very strong, not like most men you would see in the court that would look strong but would be very weak, I was tall and I looked a bit skinny but once you seen my body you would know I was strong.  My stomach was rock hard along with my arms and legs; I would always help the neighbor bring in straw and grass hay for his horses and sheep.  I wasn’t like most soon to be kings, I liked to help the poor with their chores and I would clean up after myself. Lunneta kissed me and cooed softly as we kissed, she liked it she liked kissing me.  I gently sucked on her bottom lip as she gripped at my sides gently, pulling me closer to her body.  My lower torso bumped and grinded into hers, this was bad for I was starting to become hard and wanting to make love to her, and I knew she wouldn’t want it at this moment.  I pulled away and she looked at me puzzled.  “I’m sorry my lady, I had to pull away for you were making me want to do something I wouldn’t want to force you into,” I said slowly pulling down my tunic, I was not new at this type of thing, I had made love to previous women, but she was so perfect and I didn’t want to break her.  She smiled and blushed slightly and I bowed my head, kissed her hand and shut the door behind her.  I sighed and looked down at my hard self, “You are too much trouble.”  I laughed and laid down in the soft bed, it was as if I sunk into the sand, It was so comfortable and soft, just like my lady Lunneta, oh she was so beautiful and everything that I have been looking for in a woman, I had to marry her.  I drifted off to sleep and I awoke the next morning to a rooster crowing at my window and the smell of bacon, sausage, muffins, eggs and other smells that I didn’t recognize.  I got up from the bed and made it, re-fluffed the pillows and smoothed out the blankets and sheets.  I opened my window to let the new day fill the room with honey suckles, sunflowers, fresh pears and apples come in and make the room smell sweet like the summer.  I slowly opened my bedroom door and stepped out taking in a deep breath of the fresh baked goods I’m sure Donna and Lunneta are making in the little kitchen.  I held my hands behind my back and slowly walked into the kitchen, and I smiled at the sight of Donna and Lunneta hurrying, trying to make breakfast perfect and have it ready for when I awoken.  I came up behind Donna and gently gripped her hand, she turned and looked at me and was in shock that I was awake so early.  I slowly walked her to the table and sat her down, and then I did the same to Lunneta.  “Today I will serve you,” I said bowing my head to them.  They smiled and I walked back to the food and plated up the hot eggs with cheese melted onto it, a muffin with honey, some ham, bacon, and sausage.  I came back to them with two plates and I set in front of each of them and they smiled up at me, “Eat up my lady’s,” I said once again bowing my head.  I went back to the counter and fixed myself something to eat then I cam back to the table and sat between the two women and ate my meal quietly.  Just like last night, the food was so good and well cooked, everything just melted into my tongue.  After we were done, I cleaned the dishes and Lunneta and I set out to my father’s castle, but I took her to the castle that was being built for me, I made my own designs and I wanted to see if it suited her.  So, Lunneta turned the horse about a mile from my father’s orchard and we went trotting up to my castle.  It was about half way done, we tied Brazilian up to a tree and walked up to the man who was putting my castle together.  He was a French man, a tall man.  His name was Pierre de’ le Fuke.  He was famous all around France, so he had to be good.  Pierre and I worked out all the plans and he started building at the first sign of summer. He said he would have it done by mid summer time, that’s in four weeks.  The workers hammered at the stone, placing them in their rightful nook.  I could hear Pierre yelling at a worker, I laughed at the words he said.  I held Lunneta’s hand and walked with her towards the giant castle door, they were made out of the finest oak around.  I turned and looked at Lunneta and spoke softly to her, “you think your mother could carve my door with your beauty?” Lunneta looked down then back at me with her pink cheeks, she was blushing, I leaned over and kissed each little puffy cheek.  She slid her right hand to my neck and rubbed the back of my neck gently.  I shivered and smiled to her, she wanted to kiss me I knew she did.  I slowly leaned down to her lips and kissed her.  I closed my eyes and began to kiss her passionately; she kissed me back by sliding her tongue into my mouth and massaging it against mine.  My breath quickened slightly as I kept on kissing her.  Oh she tasted so good, like honey and mint, with her tasting so good, my tongue spun wildly in her mouth.  I made little circles around her tongue, letting her feel all of my tongue.  She turned by gently sucking on my tongue.  I began to feel myself harden once again and I broke away.  Lunneta looked at me puzzled, “Did I do something wrong Prince Jordan?”  She backed away slightly, afraid that she did do something wrong.  “No my lady Lunneta, it’s me, I’m fine now, thank you.  That was a very good kiss, you taste so sweet,” I said as I gently ran my hand through her long soft hair.  She slid her hand under mine and held it gently, she smiled and I smiled back and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.  “My Prince Jordan!  What are you doing here? The castle is not ready, please leave,” Pierre said while walking toward us with his hand flying in the air.  I laughed and smiled as he walked toward us.  Lunneta held my hand tighter, I knew she was afraid of what Pierre would say seeing me with her.  Personally I could really care less, I was happy, I had the woman I loved right here in my hands and I wasn’t going to let her go.  Pierre came closer and I could feel Lunneta tighten her grip on my hands a lil more as she slowly started to get behind me.  I looked back at her and smiled, she smiled back but I could tell she was very nervous.  I looked back as Pierre as he got closer, now speaking in French and swearing up a thunder -storm.  I laughed a little more as he swore and Lunneta began to calm down.  I spoke quickly to Pierre and told him that I just wanted to show the young woman my new castle.  He nodded then started to push us out to the warm sun.  I looked over at Lunneta and saw that she was smiling bigger than I had ever seen anyone smile.  I smiled back and spoke softly to her, “Why are you smiling so?” She looked over at me and wiped her beautiful smile away and I frowned as it slowly vanished, “I smile because you have given me my first kiss.”  I was the one who smiled big and blushed slightly. 

Continous of Lunneta and Jordan......

She must have been at a market not too long ago, or her husband had a garden in his castle and she ran through it to get away.  I gently folded the cloak and dumped out my apples from my sake and carefully but the woman’s cloak into the old torn sake.  I walked around the forest looking for the woman and her stallion but only found the horses hoof prints.  I was an excellent hunt’s man and was able to follow the prints to an old cabin and a barn.  I had never been this far into the forest.  The forest was right next to my fathers apple orchard and we would come into the forest to hunt deer, elk, bear, and wolf, but never this far in.  The cabin was small but look new, the chimney was smoking and the garden was well tended to.  That could only mean that someone lives here.  Maybe it’s the woman; maybe this is her hide out from her husband.  She had only wished and prayed.  I slowly walked up to the cabin feeling my heart pound hard against my chest.  Wanting so badly for my love to answer the wooden door I was slowly walking toward.  I can smell sweet honey suckles blooming in the garden and mouth-watering fruits growing on the trees on each side of the door.  Pears and apples grew in those trees, my favorites.  The lil cabin was a cream yellow, like butter, and the shutters and the roof was soft forest green, I can smell something cooking in the stove.  Fresh wheat bread and a roast, with spices and special ingredients mixed with it.  My stomach grew hungry from the long walk to this place.  I soon realized that I was right in front of the lil cabin.  I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.  I heard footsteps of a woman come near the door.  My heart began to pound harder.  Would the woman that answered the door be my new beauty? Or would it be some elder woman that has lives here?  My mind raced, just thinking about who would answer the door that stood just inches from my body.  I tried to calm my heart beat by breathing slowly but as the foot steps grew nearer and nearer, my heart would pound harder and harder, as if beating with the steps as they grew louder and closer to the door.  When the steps were right in front of me, I took one last deep breath and held it.  I closed my eyes when the doorknob turned till someone asked if they could help me.  I opened them quickly when a young woman’s voice said hello to me.  It was like rain softly pattering on the roofs of my father’s castle.  It wasn’t the young woman, but it semi looked like my angel only older.  This woman had black hair as well, but it had gray streaks through it, her skin was wrinkled, but the woman’s eyes were as green as the young angel of mine and her face was round yet long like an egg, she wore a long green gown with lace at her chest and her hands.  This woman must be the mother of my angel. The woman smiled at me and asked, “Can I help you young prince?”  I looked at her and slowly bowed my head and said, “Good afternoon my lady.  I was walking through this forest and came upon your cabin and I can’t seem to remember seeing this here.  How long have you lived here?”  The woman smiled showing her teeth.  They were straight and as white as a lamb’s fleece.  “Come in please Prince Jordan.” She stepped out of the way and let me in.  I smiled back and bowed once more then stepped inside the small cabin.  The first thing I did was taken in a deep breath of the wonderful things this woman was making.  The smell of spices and juices cooking made my stomach grow fiercer with hunger.  I grabbed at my stomach trying to muffle the sound of it, but the woman heard and said, “You must be very hungry Prince.  Would you like something to eat?”  The day had turned into late early evening and I did walk a long way, but I didn’t want to take this woman food but replied, “If it’s not a problem my lady.”  She smiled big again, “Not a problem at all, it would be an honor to feed such a Prince like yourself Jordan.”  I smiled and wondered to myself, how does this woman know who I am? I’ve never seen her or her daughter.  I would definitely remember such beautiful faces as the two new women I have met today.  I walked around the house, looking around and finding spindles for making thread, the finest looking quilts I have ever seen and sewing kits and pants being mended nicely.  I found four doors, I did not know where they led to but I was called for in the kitchen by the woman.  I walked in with my hands behind my back and found a little table with three chairs hand carved, counters, cupboards above the counters, a big stove and a very large place to store food.  The woman was carving the roast up and ha already cut up the fresh out of the stove bread, I could tell from the butter melting all over it.  She had also cut up some lettuce, carrots and placed them in a big bowl.  She threw in some nuts, grapes, and beets and spilled in some vinegar and oil, she then mixed it all up and sprinkled in some pepper.  My mouth began to water.  “Please sit Prince Jordan,” she said with her back to me.  I smiled once more and sat down in one of the carved chairs.  While sitting on the chair I began to look at the carvings and notice their beauty.  They had flowers, roses and beautiful woman covered in leaves and vines lying in the flowers.  I ran my hand down the chair, feeling the carvings and feeling how smooth they are.  I looked up at the woman, “These chairs are beautiful my lady.  Who carved them?”  The woman turned to me and set down two forks, a spoon and a knife then laid a napkin on my lap.  “I did young Prince” She smiled at me then went back to the counter and tossed the greens.  I was puzzled that a woman like her could carve such art.  “You did?” I said.  The woman came back with a plate of the mixed nuts, beets, carrots, and lettuce.  I looked down at the greens and wondered what it was.  I have never seen such a creation.  It smelt so good.  I looked up at the woman and she smiled and said, “It’s called a salad, my mother taught me how to make it.”  I smiled and snickered a lil and picked up the fork and started to eat the “salad”.  When the lettuce touched my tongue, it was sour but not too sour.  I started to eat more and more.  Oh my, it tasted so good, the grapes where sweet and worked well with the vinegar and oil, the carrots were sweet as well.  The lettuce was fresh from the garden and was crisp as I ate it.  The nuts were nice and crisp and fresh as well.  Everything was freshly picked, I could tell from the taste.  I ate every last little bit of the salad it was so good; I cleaned the last bit of vinegar and oil with my piece of bread and butter.  The woman then brought me a plate of roast, potatoes with thick brown gravy with bit of the roast mixed into it, and steamed boiled broccoli.  She took my salad plate and fork and set the new plate it’s spot.  I grabbed my new fork and started to eat the tender and very juicy roast that just melted in my mouth.  The roast just fell apart as I touched and pricked it with my fork.  The broccoli was also fresh before cooking, as if picked was then into the kettle for cooking.  And the potatoes, oh the potatoes.  They were thick and fluffy and were made to perfection.  I could taste the butter and the gravy; the gravy was thick and spicy with bits of the tender roast mixed in with it.  I finished every bit of the roast, broccoli and the potatoes.  I leaned back in the chair and felt my stomach become round and full.  I sighed with great pleasure and wiped my face.  The woman giggled a lil and said, “Your not done yet young Prince.”  The woman took my dinner plate and set down another, with sweet biscuit on it with honey and chocolate drizzled over it.  I smiled at the sight and grabbed my spoon and began to eat the dessert.  The chocolate was warm and tasted so good.  And the honey was sweet and filled my mouth letting me taste all my previous delights.  Before I knew it, my plate was once again clean.  I wiped my face once more and looked over at the woman, “I don’t think I have had such a wonderful meal like that for quit a while now my lady.  May I ask what your name is?”  The woman took my plate and walked to the sink and dipped my plate in the warm water.  She then slowly walked to the table and sat next to me and smiled.  “My name is Donna Enrica Fabrizia Giovanni, but you can call me Donna.”  I looked at her a lil strange, “Your Italian?  You don’t sound Italian.”  The woman laughed a little and held her stomach. “I was in Italy with my father long ago and I met my husband there, god rest his soul.  We married had two daughters, then he passed away with one of our daughters in a horse accident.”  I felt horrible but I was happy in a way knowing that she had a daughter.  She has to be the one I found in the forest, the beauty that has taken my heart from within my chest.  I looked at the woman, “I am sorry for your losses my lady.”  I picked the woman’s hand up and kissed it then asked, “Where is your other daughter might I ask?”  The woman looked around the kitchen then back at me, “I believe she is out riding her horse some where.”  My heart began beating hard again.  This is her mother and that is her she is talking about.  Donna smiled and looked outside, “She should be home anytime soon, she’s a maid at the kings palace in the next town.  The king is very kind to Lunneta.”  My angel is named after a goddess, the goddess of the moon.  Suits her well.  Lunneta, the woman who has taken my heart and the woman that I want to make my wife.  My heart kept pounding I was so afraid that Donna would hear my heart beating so loud and so hard that she would think I was having a heart attack.  Donna slowly stood up and lights the candles and lanterns scattered around the house, I remained in the kitchen waiting for my beauty to show.  I then remembered that I had her cloak, and I wanted to be absolutely sure that it was whom I saw in the forest earlier today.  I slowly pulled the nicely folded cloak and set it on the litter table that I was still sitting at and I waited patently for Madam Donna.  She came in with a candle in hand and slowly set down a cup of tea in front of me with a little spoon and she then pointed at the sugar in a lil bowl at the side of the table.  With her doing that I could smell her clothing smelling the same smells as I found on Lunneta’s cloak.  The wild sunflowers and cinnamon filled my senses with my beauty.  The smell filled my head with Lunneta and her riding up into the clearing by the stream.  How my heart throbbed at the thought of her, but my thoughts were abruptly a pointed to Donna with her saying, “What is that in your hands young Prince Jordan?”  I looked straight at her and smiled, blushing slightly.  “I was wondering if this was Lunneta’s,” I said with my voice trembling lightly.  She looked at me then at the cloak, I slowly stood up and unfolded it and showed it to her.  Donna then stood up looking at it and nodded to me and I smiled big.  Donna gently took the cloak and hung it up by the light fire burning, she then turned to me and smiled, “How in the world did you get this?”  I blushed a lil again, “I found it under a tree branch and a young woman left it there, so I thought I would go looking around for the woman and return it to her.  It was so beautiful and I thought it would be a terrible loss.”  Donna looked at me and smiled then she looked outside at something moving, I stood up properly and looked out as well and saw a wolf running around in Donna’s garden, my heart sank from the slight disappointment of not seeing Lunneta.  I looked down at the ground and sighed slightly.  Donna looked at me and touched my shoulder and smiled at me, I turned and looked at her.  “You’ve seen her before, haven’t you young prince?  You have the look of love in your eyes,” she said softly with a smile on her old wrinkled face.  I blushed a lil and nodded slightly to her, my hands began to sweat and shake a lil from letting her mother know that I love her daughter.  My attention was once again put outside at the sounds of horse footsteps running toward the little cabin.  It was her, Lunneta on her white stallion, with her hair gently flowing behind her like waves in the sea, gliding past her face gently, making her look even more beautiful than she already is.  My eye were drawn to her, I could keep them off of her for one second.  Without me noticing, Donna stood there smiling at me, knowing that I had falling so madly in love with her daughter.  She gently touched my shoulder once more and said to me, “Go outside and meet her properly, she’s a very sweet and kind girl, she won’t bite at you.”  I smiled and bowed my head once more, Donna then pointed to the middle door in the hall way and I walked through it, it lead outside to the barn where Lunneta was brushing out her stallion out.  I quietly shut the door so that she wouldn’t hear me and I just stood in aw.  She softly hummed a tune, it was like the wings of humming birds, soft and quiet, yet a sweet little tune that I didn’t recognize, and she must have made it up.  I smiled and spoke quickly, “You as beautiful as your mother Ms. Lunneta.”  She turned around quickly, grabbing at the cross that lied between her breasts.  She was holding it tight; I could tell by the white in her knuckles, her other hand stayed behind her.  I backed up a lil and put my hands up so she would see that I was unarmed and not wanting to harm her, “I’ve met your mother, I found your cloak in the forest and I thought that maybe if I walked around a little I would find the one who lost it and I came across your mothers house and I found out that the cloak was your.”  She smiled a lil and sighed with relief that I was not some kind of killer or rapist.  She unclenched her cross and let it fall between her two plump, round breasts and straighten out her dress from the sudden turn she had just made.  She looked up at me with her wonderful green eyes they were so magnificent.  She smiled and said, “You were the one that was in the tree when I was in the forest, and I recognize your clothing and hair.”  She giggled a lil and smiled big at me.  I knew she would recognize me for I was wearing a brown and red tunic, tan leggings and brown footings.  I kept my hair short, for I didn’t want to look like all the other princes the lady’s would see walking around the court yard. My hair was short blonde; I mean it was short like a horse coat is.  I hated looking like all the other princes.  I bowed my head to Lunneta and introduced myself to her, “My name is Prince Jordan the Third, I am the son of Kind Jordan the Second of England.”  She curtsied slightly and looked up at me with her green eyes, “My name is Lunneta Adriana Valeria Giovanni, I am daughter to Donna Giovanni, she was a great servant to the queen of Italy and I am servant to the queen of north England.”  She slowly stood up and looked up at me, and I was shocked, she was servant to my Aunt May.

                                                     Love you

I asked u if u liked me, u said no.

I asked u if I was pretty, u said no.

I asked u if I was in ur heart u said no,

I asked u if u would cry if I walked away, u said no.

So I walked away.........

U grabbed my arm and said...I dont like u I love u ...

ur not pretty ur beautiful..

ur not in my heart, u r my heart...

and I wouldn't cry if u walked away I would die.....

by: unknown poet

                                       Monster of Night

Night falls and the pain begins

He likes to sneak through my window

Use and abuse my body and soul

He even burns his symbols into my flesh

Tempts to take my heart from it's rightful owner

He wants to have all of me but I fight back

But he slaps me, beats me and throws me to the ground

Yelling and hate flying all around me

He lusts for me but my attention is for another

He hates the man I love so he takes it out on me

I thought he was someone I could trust

Told him my secrets and my dreams

Only to find a knife to my throat and threats whispered in my ears

He wants me but I belong to another

Tears fall down my loves eyes as I am beaten and waisting away in front of him

He gives me a choice, be his forever and the pain will end, or suffer more and worse.

I am afraid but I still fight

Till one night, he came for me

Forcing his body onto mine, I couldn't take it any longer

With a sudden thrust, his own knife was burried into his chest.

His last dying word, "I will have you forever"