Days of Lovers Past

Winterfell came to me in a bright sunny day
Where innocence ran rampant
And dreams were those that held a child’s mind together
He proclaimed his love and devotion to me
In a way an unadulterated boy would
And I was taken by his sincerity
And promised my heart to him

Longsilver appeared to me not in a blaze of glory
Nor as a knight in shining armour
But as quiet as the calm of the river
Yet as gentle as the summer’s breeze
Aided me when I was lost
In a world so different as mine
Became my guidance and my eyes
Though our journey together was sudden and brief
And lost within the sands of time

Clairvoyance swept past my defenses
When Winterfell’s promise reneged
Childish and innocent, yet full of life
Clung to me like a boy would a sister
Admired me like a child would to a hero
Blossomed within my heart like a flower would to the sun
But our two hearts were not meant to be as one
As the truth struck fear to his innocence
A careless word
And he was nevermore

Treelocks appeared without warning
The years that passed since my loss of Winterfell’s heart
A hearsay among my brethren
Of his wonting heart for my own
My mind awry, my soul astray
I gave in to the hearsay and accepted him
But hearsay was all it was, a hearsay
His mind yearned for me
But his heart did not

Blueblood was a sight to behold
Made my heart a-flutter and my breath quicken
My chest would clench tight at his presence
To the point where a day without seeing him
Felt like an eternity of pain
He did not see me coming
As I professed my love for him
We became the subject of ridicule
And our thoughts were never expressed
And one memoir later
He became the one that got away

Allsouls did not possess
The humor most people have
His solemnness intrigued me
And I made it my mission
To extract even the slightest bit of mirth
From his stoic lips
The day he burst out laughing over my demise
Was the day he set my passion on fire
But it was a day too late
As he belonged to another
Still I bared my soul to him
In hopes that he would trade her for me
But my love was not returned
And my heart was never the same

Matron was an eccentric soul
Who moved to his own beat
And answered to no man
His fiery passion was infectious
And my heart went out to him before
The reigns of my mind could stop me
His flaws were invisible to me
And his downsides were nothing to me
Everything about him was a delight to my eyes
Until the day a maternal advice
Cleared the fog away
The truth hurts even though I knew
It existed all along
He was a child in a man’s body
Who could never be my own
As our bond was severed
So did my heart

Months went by
Bringing in the years
My heart fleeted from time to time
From Devonshire, who is like a brother to me
To infatuations beyond my reach
Like Baelfire, Gamesport, Overture and Illusion
From Seashell, a man who belonged to another
To pretty faces like Yorker, Rushmore and Kellenstone
Some came to me of their own fleeting
Like Evenlight, an eccentric soul like Matron
And Applejack, an outcast with a gentle soul
And a close call of a brother named Jingleton
Almost blossomed in my own volition
But in the end, all were not the right fit
Of the puzzle which is my heart and soul

Until one day
After many hardships and pain
Of my love being devoured by loneliness
And my life in a home and a parent
I call hell
Jesselton fell from the family tree of Jingleton
Onto my wonting lap
He filled the void in my life
And fitted the puzzle of my heart
He showered me with kindness and love
And fought my demons with a burning passion
He broke the walls of my prison
And pulled my soul out of the treacherous muck
He sacrificed his everything
To make me his own
And freed me from the thorns of darkness
To bring me into the wings of light

3 years have passed
With a precious diamond we created
Between us
And I will remain in this blissful warmth
For eternity and a day

The Experiment

In the summer of 2003, a pharmaceutical company created a new product in their line of sleep aid; it was an altered form of Melatonin, a natural hormone found in animals and plants that helps regulate circadian rhythms and promotes sleep. The scientists chemically altered this compound to produce faster, more efficient results, the first phase of testing of this product was done with fourteen volunteers, the first seven were given normal Melatonin, and the other seven patents were given the experimental altered version. They were to report the results every day after waking up. During the first week of results showed that the patients using the experimental Melatonin fell asleep 45% faster then the other patients, but their state of sleep was slightly different, they were entering REM sleep much faster and experiencing it much longer, and had much more vivid dreams then the other patents.

During the next week of testing two patents using the experimental drug experienced sleep walking, one reported awakening in their outside shed on a chair, disoriented but unharmed, and the other reported waking up on their couch after walking down a flight of stairs in their sleep. The next few nights, three more patients experienced sleepwalking, and the next night all patients reported sleepwalking.

The next week similar results continued, the patients with the experimental drug were sleeping longer, and much deeper; two of the patients lost their bottle and requested a new one. The next week all seven including the two from last week reported losing their bottles, they also appeared quite anguished; two large bags sunk under the patients eyes. Fearing the drug might cause memory loss or even addiction, the researchers asked the patients to set up video cameras in their houses if they wanted to continue with the testing process. Strangely, all patients agreed immediately then proceeded asking for more of the drug.

The next week the patents lost seven bottles again of the experimental melatonin. Fearing for the worst the researchers asked to view the videos. All declined except one who was absent from the group, the seventh patient was also absent from reporting the details of the drug over the last few days, any and all contact was cut off as the patents phone line was dead. An investigator was assigned to find out what happened.

When he got to the house the door was ajar, he peered in and yelled hello into the home, no reply. He took a step in and heard his shoe hit liquid. A closer examination showed it to be blood, he looked down, and a severed hand was next to an envelope. Inside was a tape. The tape contained the following message:

“No one expected me to fly, is this a lucid dream or reality? I just don’t know anymore. Such fragile times when you look into the face, when you go up to a baby and rip off its head in front of its mother just to see what happens, just to see the look on her face, and the look on my face, when I pinch myself, and pinch my hand, pinch again and again, the screaming only getting louder, the pain feeling more tangible, why wont I wake up? I can’t rip off a babies head in real life, I’m not allowed to pick up a baby, holding it so it faces down, I can’t feel the soft neck in between my hands as I twist it like a corkscrew, a cry of pain followed by swallows, followed by the gag reflex, then the crunching of the babies neck, the babies eyes look at me without expression as they fill with blood, then as I twist more the sounds of ripping and blood emanate from the babies mouth and neck, eventually the spinal chord breaks away and the baby becomes two entities, then I look up at her face, I run run run, back to my house, and wake up in my bed, was it all a dream? It was so real..”

The tape stops.

The investigator looked down again, more blood, a different trail this time, it lead to the kitchen where a severed leg and arm, or what remained of an arm, lay on top of a stool. More blood trails, leading into the bedroom, a smashed video camera on a tripod, another severed leg, and a two empty bottles, each with of a months worth of medication, were near the entrance.

The bed was in a veil of darkness, and the investigator took out a flashlight and shined it on the bed, looked a moment, and vomited. What the investigator saw haunted him for the rest of his life, no one can explain what happened or how it happened – there was the last severed arm on the ground, in it clenched tight with rigor mortis and super glue was a large sharp butchers knife. On the bed, backed up against the wall, was a body with all limbs missing, a large smile forced onto his face with needles and safety pins, eye lids forcefully opened with super glue, and around his neck through an ice pick, string wrapping around, was a babies head.

The pills were recalled and the testing stopped. The patients, after months of rehab, managed to recover from the drug.

Though in the tape, he detailed the screams of a woman after murdering her baby, no such woman ever reported her baby murdered. After DNA testing, the babies head had no matches on record.