"Look Bob! I found them! I found them!" a boy about 20 years old shouted, and pointing to a huge old willow tree. Another boy about the same age as him sprinted towards the boy, "Oh! Finally! Now the villagers will believe our little Veronica now. Good job Sky!" Sky, the boy that had just pointed out the tree, beamed with pleasure.
Suddenly, the willow дерево which was green, turned bright red, then white and at last pink. The two boy gasped and ran towards the tree. All of a sudden, the розовый дерево let out a shriek, that pierced the boys ears. Then, tons of розовый birds flew out of the tree. The two boy took their chance and shot a Стрела at the birds. Three или four birds dropped out of the colony, the two boys kneeled down to take the birds. But something big and розовый blocked their way.
"Human! How dare Ты kill four of the sacred nightingale's! For that, I will curse you! Since Ты like killing! I will grant your wish - to kill forever more! But since there are only two of you, but Ты killed four of my kins. Two other kins of Ты will be cursed. Until Ты bring the nightingale's Ты have killed back to life, the curse will never be lifted! Take heed human, on your way, we will be waiting for you!" The huge розовый nightingale hissed at Bob and Sky.
The two boys rushed home, leaving their bow and arrows on the forest ground.
After they went home, they checked every family member to see if there was something wrong with them. In the end, no one was wrong.
Night came, everyone in the village had fallen asleep. But, Sky and Bob couldn't sleep, they were still thinking about what the nightingale had said. Will it be Catarina who will be cursed along with them? или will it be mum and dad? Sky thought, tossing and turning in his bed. Whatever happens, it can't be Veronica, he won't let it happen.
Suddenly, there came a blood curdling scream. Sky jumped out of постель, кровати and searched the house. Catarina wasn't in bed, so wasn't Veronica. He pushed the covers of Veronica's постель, кровати away, he froze in pure horror. A blood red liquid made into the shape of a nightingale.
Sky ran out into the street, his сердце pounding in his chest. Two bodies were sprawled out on the ground. Their faces were so familiar. "Mum! Dad! Nooo!" But, there was no point in crying, their dead.
Sky's eyes trailed the ground. розовый mist led to the edge of the village. He followed them and gasped at who he saw at the end. "Catarina? Veronica?" The two figures nodded. "Where is Bob?" "Theirs only three of us left in the family, we couldn't help it." The girl with dark hair answered, "The two of Ты betrayed us. Ты are under the curse too. Come with us to escape from humans, then, they will be safe." Sky was speechless.
Suddenly, the willow дерево which was green, turned bright red, then white and at last pink. The two boy gasped and ran towards the tree. All of a sudden, the розовый дерево let out a shriek, that pierced the boys ears. Then, tons of розовый birds flew out of the tree. The two boy took their chance and shot a Стрела at the birds. Three или four birds dropped out of the colony, the two boys kneeled down to take the birds. But something big and розовый blocked their way.
"Human! How dare Ты kill four of the sacred nightingale's! For that, I will curse you! Since Ты like killing! I will grant your wish - to kill forever more! But since there are only two of you, but Ты killed four of my kins. Two other kins of Ты will be cursed. Until Ты bring the nightingale's Ты have killed back to life, the curse will never be lifted! Take heed human, on your way, we will be waiting for you!" The huge розовый nightingale hissed at Bob and Sky.
The two boys rushed home, leaving their bow and arrows on the forest ground.
After they went home, they checked every family member to see if there was something wrong with them. In the end, no one was wrong.
Night came, everyone in the village had fallen asleep. But, Sky and Bob couldn't sleep, they were still thinking about what the nightingale had said. Will it be Catarina who will be cursed along with them? или will it be mum and dad? Sky thought, tossing and turning in his bed. Whatever happens, it can't be Veronica, he won't let it happen.
Suddenly, there came a blood curdling scream. Sky jumped out of постель, кровати and searched the house. Catarina wasn't in bed, so wasn't Veronica. He pushed the covers of Veronica's постель, кровати away, he froze in pure horror. A blood red liquid made into the shape of a nightingale.
Sky ran out into the street, his сердце pounding in his chest. Two bodies were sprawled out on the ground. Their faces were so familiar. "Mum! Dad! Nooo!" But, there was no point in crying, their dead.
Sky's eyes trailed the ground. розовый mist led to the edge of the village. He followed them and gasped at who he saw at the end. "Catarina? Veronica?" The two figures nodded. "Where is Bob?" "Theirs only three of us left in the family, we couldn't help it." The girl with dark hair answered, "The two of Ты betrayed us. Ты are under the curse too. Come with us to escape from humans, then, they will be safe." Sky was speechless.
Tears,
a combination of helplessness and anger,
a combination of joy and gratitude.
what different meanings it holds!
sometimes of love,
sometimes of hate.
with what different feelings we cry!
but those tears are the same.
they dwell inside the eye,
ready to attack,
the peace of our heart.
to flood the face,
with undoubted Любовь and care,
with undoubted anger and hate,
with undoubted pain and despair.
pain? yes, and despair too!
the breakdown of our heart,
the dawn of the truth,
leading to flood the face,
with our sentiments undoubted.
It’s the color of you
Ты always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid from them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our оранжевый book bags
Were our shields from some of the pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two оранжевый crayons
When everyone else was green
Then Ты left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
Ты were in the оранжевый field in the sky
Ты always сказал(-а) was there.
The оранжевый of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though Ты left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone оранжевый in the rainbow
Without Ты here
I protect my own
Though I wish Ты were here
Now оранжевый is my color
A color for your bravery
A color for my survival
оранжевый will forever be our color
Even though death took Ты away
Forever оранжевый for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
Ты always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid from them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our оранжевый book bags
Were our shields from some of the pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two оранжевый crayons
When everyone else was green
Then Ты left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
Ты were in the оранжевый field in the sky
Ты always сказал(-а) was there.
The оранжевый of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though Ты left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone оранжевый in the rainbow
Without Ты here
I protect my own
Though I wish Ты were here
Now оранжевый is my color
A color for your bravery
A color for my survival
оранжевый will forever be our color
Even though death took Ты away
Forever оранжевый for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
Violently, the ground shook,
As the mountain exhaled black smoke.
Overwhelmed, they ran for cover,
Those left began to choke.
Cherished, were the possessions left behind,
Melted and scattered as ash.
Beloved, the children lost,
They couldn’t make a быстрый, стремительный, свифт dash.
Darkened, the cloudy heavens above,
Black clouds fell from the sky.
Covered, the people escaping,
With no way out they began to die.
Lost, the souls of the trapped,
A snatched half-chance at life.
Fallen is Pompeii;
Civilisation, Любовь and it’s people’s cries.
As the mountain exhaled black smoke.
Overwhelmed, they ran for cover,
Those left began to choke.
Cherished, were the possessions left behind,
Melted and scattered as ash.
Beloved, the children lost,
They couldn’t make a быстрый, стремительный, свифт dash.
Darkened, the cloudy heavens above,
Black clouds fell from the sky.
Covered, the people escaping,
With no way out they began to die.
Lost, the souls of the trapped,
A snatched half-chance at life.
Fallen is Pompeii;
Civilisation, Любовь and it’s people’s cries.