Der Ritter: A SonnetIt was there in that wood,
I should have never gone.
But believe me if I could,
I would not listen to his song.
The trees had me in their tender embrace,
And even though--so frightened--I stayed.
He revealed himself with such grace,
That in my horror, I was utterly dismayed.
His spidery fingers caressed my jaw,
And I entranced, was able to cease my fear.
Even though he had no maw,
Whispered so only I could hear:
It is strange that you do not flee, in the presence of a creature like me.
UnafraidMy grandmother was German. When I was a kid and would come over for the weekends, she would always share these fascinating stories that I would listen to with wide eyes and a curious mind. We went through the usual stories that kids know—Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Snow White, and Rapunzel.
When we'd exhausted almost every tale that the Grimm Brothers wrote, I'd grown up a little. I was now in my early teens, and still spent time with her. Handing me a plateful of freshly-baked cookies and a large glass of milk, she would always smile and chuckle at my innocence.
I looked at the portrait of her and my grandfather for the fifth time on the refrigerator. It was black and white, suggesting that it was taken long before my time, but it was still good quality. My grandmother looked beautiful in her wedding dress, and my grandfather radiant in his suit.
Both of them were turned towards each other, a big smile on both of their faces. The scenery behind them was equally breathtaking—a backdro
Departure"Sissy!" the sweet voice chirped through the twilight.
Smiling, the older sibling turned around and noticed the cheeky grin of her younger sister as she ran through the field towards her. Assaulted by a comforting pressure on her legs, the older sister looked down and saw that she was trapped.
"Hey," she chuckled.
The little one giggled with delight as she hugged her sister's legs.
"Mommy and Daddy are looking for you!" she said.
"I know," the eldest replied, running her fingers through the child's hair. "I know..."
"Then...why aren't you at home?" the youngest asked innocently as she folded her arms with mock chastisement.
The older sister shook with silent laughter. "Guess I'm grounded, huh?"
The youngest dropped her fake pose and giggled. "Mommy and Daddy aren't mad! Just worried!"
A soft rustling in the trees behind them made the child uneasy. She clung back onto her sister's legs, receiving gentle and assuring murmurs in turn.
The faceless being looked at them. Silent. Staring--lo