Ristina-Silverfox

History is a never changing story every event unchanged, and every detail spectacular. Back in 1602 the world was far from what it is now, and even further away from truths. The people of that time use to believe that one day God would save them all, and thus they all tried to understand each other like a family but even families hardly understand each other. Deep in the heart of Europe known as Italy and long before that the greatest city named Rome.There was a small village named Lucovia that was barely known by the people that lived in Italy. Though it was recognized as part of the country it seemed to have a separate way of government, a

Lies, lies, its all lies says the cat to the bird. Eat me, feed me to the brushed lips of a fox says the bunny to the sly fox. At least that is how life came to change for me in this rather large in-habitted town of people who could care less about anything other than their home behind closed doors. Coincidence is a habit of nature just like a snake is to a rat. It eats on the small, and gives to the strong. These lies, wrap up us like little cocoones until we reap what we sow. I for one don't want to be the teller of the story, but if not me , who is left to spill the facts about the truths that lay in hiding around us. No one is perfect bu

Running in circles, We use to own the night, With just a single smile, Dazzling unfogotteness soon took, All we were for granted. Fresh novemer air met me, Alone feeling the knife twist deeper, Solutidude yet again , as our world crumbles before it ever had a moment, To fix itself all over again like a tree regrowing dark frost bitten leaves. A tragic thought passed , when the air became suffocating around the half paved road, December crawling its way back to me, a raven would have better luck finding its soul. When did the knife seep its red, Liquid down my back, Leaving a scar of the past, And less of the future. S