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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required There, in the corner of the room, he stands there, always watching, never moving. What's his plan, what's his game? He dances upon the walls as careless as can be. Why is he there, always watching, never moving? Can anyone else see him, am I mad? I must be mad. He offered me his hand. Should I take it? I shall take it. His smile, alone, warms the heart, but his wicked yellow swirling eyes makes me uneasy. I take his hand, and step with him into another world, where doves and brightly colored butterflies take to the skies, casting rays of neon colors. The grass feels like silk beneath my bare feet, and the air is warm like an early summer morn'. A sweet smell of freshly made apple and cherry pies drew out the little woodland creatures. They hop and prance about to the lovely smell. He leads me in their direction to the source, and there, an even more lovely maiden had laid on a long table her freshly made pies and some yellow and pink lemonade. He speaks to me then, in a voice as smooth as butter. "I brought a friend, Mary Anne. Is it all right that she attends?" "Why yes," She peaks, her words ringing with glee, "I do not mind a guest." She motions for me to sit, and I sit down on a chair woven out of twigs. I looked at the man who had brought me here, his eyes are now blue and looking back at me. "Ahem," The maiden clears her throat, a friendly smile on her face, "You have not given your reason for bringing her here, Talon." He blushed, as did I. But why did I? He speaks nervously, "I brought her here so I could get to know her more, and here, in this world, I wish to show her how much of her that I adore." I know no words to speak at his sudden confession, and the feeling of her now fiery red eyes that are piercing deep into my soul- *Inspired by Emily Dickinson
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