A Poem for Amethyst

She stops
To stare in the mirror
A reflection of beauty or horror?
One dost not know
If a heavenly exterior, with a hellish soul
Shall be the one to set you free
Come!
Her eyes beckon
Windows to her soul
Or caverns of midnight
As she walks
The ground trembles at her presence
The need to be known
As effortless as the wind
Searching for signs
She is a clueless oracle
Yet none of the replies are relevant
She howls in the wind
To find her self
Yet the wind carries nowhere
To no one
And she is never heard

- By Yvonne Tabitha Janjay Taylor (with input/ inspiration from the elemental fairy *aka Amethyst Carey)(mostly negative...haha)(she has wings....*not)

The End and Beggining

Once upon a long dreary night
In the night i sat
The way a small girl sits
Her head tilted back
Wisps of hair fall
She reawakens from her solemn wait
To blow them away
From her face
Only to see the train
Rolling towards her
The time has come
And there is no turning back
She says a prayer
And takes a breath
Then boards

- Yvonne Tabitha Janjay Taylor

Drip

time drips
watch as the melody drops
A silent bomb goes off in distance
kissing the serrated edges of the horizon
piercing the cracking glass
of which makes my heart
shattered many moons before
by one much kinder
hushed
in haste
swift and sound
you?
never
instead this is a slow painful occurrence
to surely wilt, as my heart dies
it breaks
as sure as time is infinite
the faucet countinues to leak
tic
tic

- Yvonne Tabitha Janjay Taylor

Fourth Night Poem

This next one is in French, I am truly sorry to those who don't speak the language, but you can always put it though a translator =) ! If you have read the novel you will know the reason why this poem is in francais, if you haven't, you have yet to find out.

Ange (la jeune femme française)

La langue était notre frontière

Faites souffrir notre unifier

Battu vers le bas

Dans le silence

Gauche

Dans la matrice de la poussière

Marqué et meurtri

Faire mal et bloodied

Dos de morsure la douleur

Dans ma douleur

En ma douleur

Alors êtes venu vous

Tendu à moi

Sur la main et le genou

Rai à moi

Mots de la vérité

Mots de la foi

Mon ange administrant

- Yvonne Tabitha Janjay Taylor

As the content of my heart is poured on to this fragile page: Words of Wisdom

world peace is a concept that is nice to imagine
but will never happen
if first we do not have
country peace
state peace
town peace
neighborhood peace
and mostly peace within ourselves
We cannot expect to stop world wars until we cease the wars within ourselves

- Yvonne Tabitha Janjay Taylor

Third Night Poem

Stein

One reason

I continue life

The hope to be reunited

With my sons and wife

Until then I stay strong

Muster my strength

For I do not know

My waiting’s length

Desperate search

To find the truth

Though still weak and weary

Not in my youth

He told me what I needed

To hear

They were alive

She was near

Now my biggest fear

Unsheathed and brought to life

They are dead

My sons and my wife

Like the pieces of hay in the wind

My faith is strewn

My life now playing

The last note

In it’s tune

- Yvonne Tabitha Janjay Taylor

Second Night Poem

Jews, Look at the Fire (Mrs. Schächter)

Deafening shrill

Splits the air

Sight of Hades’

Raging flames

Have mercy

Oh God

Save me

From misery

Blazing pillar

Guides me

By night

As it did

The Jews

Of old

Beat down

Raging flare

Inside me

Outside me

Silence

One more burst

Breaks the night

“Jews, look! Look at the fire! Look at the flames!”

The flames

The fire

Made to burn

Burn us

First soul

Then body

- Yvonne Tabitha Janjay Taylor