Hope Ice burns, Fire soothes. Light is dead, Darkness rules. Dreams crushed, Before they start. Creative gone, Torn apart. One small flame, Burns bright. Not going down, Without a fight. Stamped out, It's ember glows. Gone unnoticed, Till it grows. Brighter and brighter, Stronger and stronger. Darkness hides, Rules no longer. What is this flame, That shines so bright? Hope, for hope, Blinds at night.

I'm Back I was away for a long time but I got discouraged and stopped writing. I have picked up a bit lately and am thinking of writing a short story based on a #poem I will be posting soon. In the mean time, Hopefulwriter out

Green means danger - part 5 Viridi woke up with a start. Cold sweat mixing with tears. flashes came back to her, images of thirty odd men bursting from the trees around her house. Flash, flash, flash. And then the last image graced her mind. A foot-long pole with a deadly spike on the end, thrusting itself into her father's side. Her screams and wails pierced the air like a knife. Custos burst in. "Viridi, what's wrong?" She couldn't answer, she just hugged him to reassure herself that he was still there, still alive. The next morning was as bright as any other was in the current spring time. Viridi sat outside, a warm drink cradled in her hands. Custos came to sit beside her and muttered, "Want to talk about it?" "Sure." she answered looking at her shoes. "What was it about?" He asked. She suddenly rushed through the dream, as quick as she could. To get it over with. "About thirty men, attacking our house, and one... one of them... shot you." "It was just a dream, Viridi. Wasn't it?" "I'm not sure it just seemed so real." They sat in silence for a while, gazing out into the vast wood. then they got up and did what they normally did. Viridi hunting and Custos carving bows and arrows for himself.

Snow Frozen fingertips, Frozen toes. Little icicles, On your nose. Warm jumper, Burnt tongue. Covered in blankets, Old or young.

Green Means Danger - Part 4 *Crack* Viridi turned sharply looking around. An energy filled her and her palms grew warm. They started to glow faintly, and she saw him. A stag, majestic yet gentle. The energy cooled and she walked up to him. Stroking his fine coat of fur she examined his antlers. One was broken. He had been in a fight. "I'm sorry I can't help you but I know how you feel. I was thrown out too." Memories flowed past her eyes, of course these were not hers but only what her father told her. He had told her how he had to run because the Government had declared that she was a danger to society. You see all green haired babies are killed at birth due to an 'incurable sickness' that they had. Unknown to all but the Government, Viridi and her father the green of her hair doesn't show weakness, but shows strength. While her father tries to help her control her powers, she often feels like the world is made of feathers and if she moves to fast or breathes to heavy, the world will come crashing down in on her. In the City a man cowers before the Mayor. "The hunt has been on for fourteen years, time to end it."