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  Irezlie

  Four poems;

  The Cliff

  The Sailor in the Sea

  The Man in the Jungle

  The Man in a suit of Armour

  (With two endings)

  By Laura Young

  Irezlie

  by Laura Young

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  Copyright © 2011 by Laura Young

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  Some words before you read

  To those that read Irezlie at its weakest point.

  You were the reason, it became as it is.

  Irezlie or the form of the poetry refers to herself as It for the first couple poems. To lessen up the reader's confusion I just wanted to share this with you.

  How you comprehend pass the It is up to you the reader.

  Thanks for reading,

  Laura Young

  The Cliff

  It spins,

  It glides,

  in graceful circles.

  Its wings shining ablaze,

  in silvery moonlight.

  Seductively catching his gaze,

  with balletic and blithe movements,

  while luring him into the trap.

  It knows of Its beauty,

  the smirk on Its face proof.

  His eyes brightly shining

  the man walks into the trap.

  He loses all of his senses,

  sees only one thing.

  Walking forward

  the man sets his stones in place.

  Smiling It raises its arm

  up into the air.

  Motioning to the man.

  Beckoning,

  taunting him.

  He comes forward.

  Footsteps ring in his ears.

  Eyes glittering wickedly,

  It led him to the ledge.

  The man kept walking toward It.

  No second thoughts.

  So he fell.

  Smiling, Its wings ablaze,

  once again.

  It watched the prey,

  as he fell in a downward spiral

  to the ocean.

  Smiling It flew away

  into the moonlight.

  The Sailor in the Sea

  The boat rocks

  back and forth.

  The lines have been empty

  all day.

  Not a single fish

  for his poor starving family.

  Sighing, the Sailor

  lay back on the boat.

  The moon was full,

  giving off plenty of light to see.

  As seconds passed the light

  seemed to grow brighter.

  The boat rocked

  back and forth

  swaying on

  the waves.

  It stared at him,

  as he lay asleep.

  A strong will he had,

  dependable and caring.

  Grinning widely

  It licks its lips.

  It lands on the boats ledge,

  lurching the boat around.

  Awakening the sailor.

  He jumps up.

  Above hims stands

  a creature,

  of pure beauty.

  “A Goddess you must be!”

  he exclaims.

  The Goddess only nods her head,

  licks her dark red lips.

  “Will you please help

  my poor starving family?”

  Landing on his knees before her,

  he bows his head.

  Smiling angelically,

  It floats higher into the air.

  Holding its hands up

  into the starless sky,

  towards the full moon.

  He lifts his head,

  to admire the Goddess,

  with her alluring aura.

  Standing up he sets his stones

  into place

  like the many men before him.

  Walking to the edge of the boat,

  a single thought,

  caught his attention.

  ‘What about your,

  poor

  starving

  family?’

  But the Goddess

  tilts her head.

  He loses all thoughts,

  but for one.

  Lifting his foot

  he steps off the boat.

  The sea closes up

  around him.

  Filling his nose, throat, and lungs.

  Smiling he waited

  for his Goddess to come.

  Even as his vision turned black.

  Smiling It rose above the boat,

  while bubbles came up.

  He drowned.

  His soul giving It power.

  Its skin glowed,

  eyes flashed.

  Before It flew back,

  toward the moon.

  The Man in the Jungle

  For he was the man in the jungle!

  Not afraid,

  unsure,

  terrified,

  or scared.

  Ever!

  Not of snakes, lions, tigers, or bears.

  Walking through weed after weed,

  some smelled bitter

  others sweet.

  Wrinkling his nose,

  the man in the jungle

  walks over to a stream.

  The water was

  cold on his face

  and throat.

  It stood on a mighty tree.

  Watching

  the man walk through

  the jungle.

  He was a

  determined and brave soul.

  A powerful combination.

  His will

  dripped from him.

  It would have

  his life by the

  end of the night.

  One way or another.

  Launching upwards,

  It flew away.

  To wait for the full moon

  to show itself.

  So It could

  take the life force

  and live to another moon.

  The night was the most

  disturbing time.

  Bugs screeched,

  animals howled,

  leaves rustled.

  A person could never tell

  how far away they were.

  The man in the jungle,

  slept in a shallow cave.

  There was an opening in the back

  but he knew better

  than to check for what was back there.

  The moon gave enough light to see

  the cave outline.

  It watched.

  Then it flew.

  It stood

  in the entrance

  of the cave.

  It walked fo
rward,

  to the man

  who slept in a simple blanket.

  The man in the jungle

  was confused.

  The cave was filled

  with light.

  Too much light

  for a cave.

  It stood over him.

  It blinked,

  then smiled

  at him.

  It knew the second

  he fell.

  It felt fate pull,

  as the stones

  set

  into place.

  The man in the jungle,

  had never seen

  anything

  so dangerous.

  yet beautiful at the same time.

  The words;

  brave,

  courageous,

  fearless,

  spoke in his mind,

  in a sweet voice.

  It smiled

  as he followed.

  Like a child

  wanting a treat.

  His footsteps echoed

  off the cave walls.

  The man in the jungle

  thoughts grew hazy.

  “A drug

  of some kind,

  the only thing

  possible

  to make me see

  such beauty.”

  It led him through,

  the cave halls.

  Never taking its eyes off of him.

  To do something

  like that

  would snap the prey

  awake.

  He’d fight her off,

  and that could not happen,

  It thought grimly.

  A howling filled the cave.

  The beautiful creature went all the way to the back,

  to the other side of the cave.

  She taunted him

  to catch her

  if he could.

  His eyes,

  were only on one thing,

  so when the angry mother bear,

  attacked him he didn’t see it.

  The man in the jungle,

  was killed

  fast.

  And his throat,

  torn out

  by the bear.

  Blood flowing around him,

  warm and sticky.

  Yet he had the smile

  of a fool

  the whole time.

  Glowing greatly,

  It rose.

  It would travel

  west.

  For new prey.

  These ones, It thought

  with a scowl,

  are becoming repetitive.

  Losing their fill.

  The full moon

  swallowed it whole.

  The Man in a suit of Armour

  Part One

  The Tower in a Castle

  The man in his suit

  walked up the stairs,

  to the 42nd floor.

  Instead of taking the elevator

  he walked,

  it gave him purpose.

  He would not walk

  into anyone,

  nor get stuck in conversations,

  that would put him

  to sleep.

  He wouldn’t have to chance,

  seeing the Dragon Lady.

  His boss,

  who took any

  opportunity

  to mock an employee,

  trying to goad them

  into quitting.

  Or make them fight back,

  so she could

  fire them.

  The man in his suit,

  smiled grimly.

  He was close to getting

  the job.

  To free everyone from the,

  Dragon’s sharp claws

  and fiery breath.

  Opening the door he entered

  the office.

  People nodded,

  said their hellos.

  Would these people

  like him anymore if he

  became their boss?

  Or would they

  hate and ignore him?

  Sitting down,

  he opened his briefcase.

  Inside was a picture

  from his five year old

  daughter.

  He stood beside her,

  their stick figures holding circular hands.

  Her mother wasn’t in the picture,

  she had died

  recently.

  Leaving him alone with Alice.

  She was his only reason

  for living.

  Taking a piece of tape

  he hung it to the wall

  next to the other

  pictures his daughter

  had drawn.

  Part Two

  A Palace of Mirrors

  Irezlie stood before a mirror,

  her skin was losing

  its bright glow.

  Her eyes becoming

  lifeless and dull.

  She’d have to

  feed again.

  Tomorrow, when the moon was full.

  She would die without it.

  The curses power

  lay tattooed on her chest

  forming erotic

  swirls and lines.

  Binding her to

  the moon and its

  evil glow.

  Until she found

  true love

  or was killed.

  She would have to keep killing

  for souls

  to continue living.

  Her hair spun

  was into a braid

  by unseen hands.

  A dress,

  of the finest

  gold and silver

  with an under hint

  of blue,

  appeared on her naked form.

  Fitting her perfectly,

  as it always did.

  Somehow the curse knew

  when she needed something.

  If she didn’t do as it wanted

  intense pain would surround her.

  Her mind would blank.

  Anything she’d normally do

  would intensify ten fold.

  When only one died

  when she went willing

  hundreds would die

  if she ignored its call.

  She had once wiped

  a whole village

  from the face of the Earth.

  Ever since

  she went willingly.

  Part Three

  Oh Moon Why must you do this?

  The Office became dark,

  he flicked the light off.

  The full moon,

  lit the room.

  The moon was brighter

  than normal.

  He had to work late again,

  work to gain

  his advancement.

  His daughter

  was at her Aunts tonight.

  Something they both

  loved.

  It gave him a break

  to think without

  worrying for her every second.

  She watched him

  as he left

  the tall metal building.

  His soul was powerful,

  the strongest,

  she’d seen.

  She knew,

  he was the one that

  brought her to life again.

  Even if she never saw him before,

  her heart

  called out to him.

  Tears swelled up

  into her eyes.

  She knew if she killed him,

  nothing,

  absolutely nothing,

  could bring her back to life.

  The curse demanded a soul.

  The man walked,

  into a flowery park,

  he sat on a bench,

  he laid his hands

  on his face.

  Strong feelings came off him.

  Landing in front
/>   of him.

  He didn't move

  for a few seconds.

  Even though he knew

  she stood there

  he didn’t look up.

  He kept his hands in his face,

  the pain in his chest

  too much to stand.

  Whoever stood in front of him

  would leave eventually,

  hopefully.

  When the breathing across from him

  continued

  he looked up.

  A beautiful lady stared at him,

  her eyes trapped him

  into their depths.

  Standing up he walked to her.

  She let him touch her face.

  A strange look passed

  across her face.

  The man walked to her,

  grabbed her face.

  His hands were

  strong.

  A tug at her heart,

  pain

  crossed her face.

  She pushed him away,

  and he fell down,

  back onto the bench,

  Confusion crossed his face.

  She lurched upward,

  away from this man

  To take another victim.

  A month from then, though,

  she would have to kill him,

  take away his soul.

  The curse would demand it,

  force her to do it.

  The pain would consume her,

  wrapping around her torso,

  making her scream,

  cry out,

  because of what it does to her.

  She tried to turn

  her heart to

  stone,

  and failed.

  Part Four

  Ending One

  The Ground Shakes and the Sky Lights up

  A month had passed,

  and the man could think of

  only one thing.

  His family

  knew something was wrong.

  The questioning looks

  met only with his

  dark glares.

  When he was moody to them

  and talked only

  to his daughter.

  She saw nothing wrong,

  continued

  to act as she

  always did.

  When a sword of iron

  arrived one night

  in a package,

  she only smiled,

  and asked for one for herself.

  He worked in his free time,

  improving his skills,

  learned many years ago.

  This fey,

  would die

  by his hands.

  Never again to do whatever,

  murderous things

  it did.

  It had come on the full moon

  it would come again.

  It left him once

  but the challenge

  would call and beckon

  It forward.

  Tonight her blood

  would run thickly

  and greatly,

  across the blade of his sword.

  The sun sank away,

  showing the full moon.

  As it became

  brighter and brighter,

  she rose up.

  The moon

  her only background.

  She closed her eyes,

  let the curse guide her

  until she stood

  once again in the park.

  The man sat on the bench.

  His head leaning back,

  showing off his long pale neck.

  If she were a vampire

  she’d be in love.

  Landing in front of him,

  she stood there,

  with a frown

  her eyes sad.