These aches – pains. Where do they come from? Body restless, aching joint. Comatose sleep forced stiffness in my waking step. Disoriented breath to escape these dark, tarnished lips.  What am I doing – why did I agree to this… The game of twenty questions to find and pester my mind betwixt the demons to gander the hunt. My madness.

Carus.

How do I keep finding myself to you when all you have brought me is turmoil and anguish? The monsters of my enemies swell with such vivacious activity in which I cannot tame.  Old hatred still kindles with the smallest flame within my core never to vanquish no matter how many times I yearn to extinguish old grudges.  This sleep has brought indifference, discomfort and uncertainty. It forces me to feel my true age as I slowly unravel and regrow these customs. I find myself with my head tilted slightly back and upward, gazing into a dark navy sky of winter-eve. Glittering specks; namely stars paint the canvas of the artists design. Dark gray shoulders rolled back in a lax pose, humbled by the serene welcome of Lune’s grace.  Cool scales brushed against my warm skin as black tiger snake companion coiled his serpentine body around my torso and shoulder in a tapestry fashion. Forked tongue flicked impishly against my cheek in ambient greet, nuzzling angular skull to tap and brush against silver-silk.  Will-O-Wisp light danced with lofty jest in a pale neutral light in these apparent renditions of my emotions. It reads me as if we had been one for an eternity, yet we had only bonded just a few years back.  Once upon a time…

Poltergeisssssssst

Breath gasped as heart beat skipped in tempo; “N-no not now.”Voice murmurs in hushed scold. I could feel a sharp pain forming within my head, nausea churning within my stomach. I feel my footing stumble suddenly – was I not just sitting?  What –…  There’s the noise again: that wicked, wicked noise of manic ridicule.  Chittering imps giggling so, so wicked – there! There they run, left and right. Back and forth like children in a harmless game of chase. “Stop – stop it. Stop it now –...” I stumbled back then, sitting and haunched over. That noise Those voices constantly beckoning my name: audacious laughter.

Witch, witch, Wicked, wicked witch!
Turmoil comes – fault comes to you
Forests die, foolish, terrible witch – the fault is yours!

I feel frustration boil through my veins – magic flux pressing vegetation for force themselves with life through the blankets of snow beneath my toes. Frustrated growl vibrates through my vocals, the earth rumbled in unison causing harmless vibrations through the soils - message. I am too tired to fight.  My strength has not found me again: though when do I ever have the strength to bear these demons? I see them, I watch in stress and worry, eyes darting left and right: watching the movements of these beasts. Agony remains puzzled as I feel his beady black gaze upon me – as if to question. How does he not see what scurries before us! Then – there is that feeling that ever so unnerving feeling of being watched with every step to take. There are eyes upon me – everywhere: the behemoth lingers within those eyes in sloth-movement. hungry.
“Speech.”