Young Writers Society

Like sunlight burning at midnight,
Your lantern lights the path
Ink to paper

In days of wandering,
Pointing which way I shall go
Ink to paper.

Words locked up in a cell,
Novels trapped inside my mind
Waiting to be released free on
Ink to paper.

“Who is this?” you ask.
It’s my writing muse,
That’s ink to paper for you!

Seeing you curled into your own darkness,

Wanting to be loved and comforted,

Needing someone to be there for your time in need,

Take it, my hand is here.

Crying your heart out to the Heaven's above,

Praying for the one you want to be there,

Begging for another chance,

Take it, my hand is here.

It will be alright, my friend,

You are never alone in this dark world of ours,

Come to me and cry with me,

Take it, my hand is here.

Let me ease your pain away,

Let me take the suffering in your heart,

Let me see your hand,

Take it, my hand is here.

I will always be here, my friend.

Because my hand is here.

Upon this facet of the world, above the great sky,
A white expanse could be explored, for those ready to fly so high.
It was the mark of a world unheeded,
For no mere Earth Dweller could reach it .
It was a world of clouds, winds and mountain peaks,
In which only the bravest of birds would find what it seeks.
The world of Avalias, or so it was called,
Was home to unique creatures, airborne.
The Aveos, or so they were named,
Were the supreme rulers, if they remained
United against their numerous foes.
Wild beasts, furious winds and thunderous skies,
All were enemies, for those without keen eyes,
And trusty comrades to accompany.
But a new threat, courtesy of a mighty Earth Dweller,
Was coming, adding itself to the struggles yonder.
It was a castle in the sky, floating in obsidian heaven,
Spawning mechanical birds to catch the wings that had been given
To the flying masters of Avalias, who were now reduced to Pawns
In the eyes of their artificial hunters.
Many Aveos lost their beloved wings
And fell to the land of the Earth Dwellers.
Doomed to despair, the rebellious Pawns decided to shape an Arrow
That would transform their rising sorrow
Into the very weapon that would strike the castle in the sky
And bring back their right to fly.
Panzaro was the name offered to the new leader
Fated to become the fearsome slayer
That would finally guide the Aveos close by
To freedom.