Lonesome Cries

I hate the pain that you must feel inside,
I hate the way it burns behind your eyes,
I hate the fact I can't be by your side,
I hate that no one hears your lonesome cries.

Give me your pain I'll take it deep inside,
Let it burn within my vigilant eyes,
As you cruelly thrust the spear in my side,
Only you will hear my blood curdling cries.

I ignore the pain I now hold inside,
As I search for the sparkle in your eyes,
I gently wrap my arm around your side,
In a bid to banish your anguished cries.
I will kiss oblivion from your eyes
So I can silence all your lonesome cries.

Lightning Rider

5 minute story

Today was the last day that Edward was hit by lightning. Over the years he had been struck four times, which, to his friends, had earnt him the name "Lightning Rider".

Little did he know what truly happened, just that he was alone in the wind and rain, then the next minute he was waking up with a gap in his memory.

Today it was different. He had watched the storm for a while and walked outside. He felt drawn to the warm rain, cleansing and fresh on his face, his clothes tautened against his figure.

He looked up and saw a flash. He saw the earth disappearing beneath him. He passed through a portal and smiled at the grey faces that peered at him.

"Welcome back," one said, "go to the viewing deck, you can watch the devastation from there. Your insight over the years has been of much help."