Sir Peter #4 Chapter 2

At the least Father Melvin got a decent funeral. Peter wept only a little remembering his sermons, Henry a little remembering his status yet Anne bitterly, for she never loved serving a priest the more.

Peter’s real concern was the church, he worried not where he might stay (for he knew Miss Ethyl would be more than willing to allow him, Henry and Mother Anne to stay with her and her family as long as they took part in the labor) but how the people might act, for the village had no mayor, and although Peter was but a lad he could see that the church is what keeps order in the village. Henry spent more of the funeral discussing with the child of one of the maid servants of the count of the county they (Henry and Peter) lived in’s daughter, yes very elaborate way to try and get to know the count’s daughter. Meredith is a exception, for most nobles don’t converse with peasants unless the peasant is respectable or has a request of some kind. Lastly sat Mother Anne, she simply sat reflecting and weeping on the darkened thoughts.

The funeral went well enough, well as well as a thing of the sorts can. Many wept at his burial, many wept at the setting of his grave stone. In all, all left in a very somber mood.

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Sir Peter #4 Chapter 1

Now one day Peter, Henry and Mother Anne were picking herbs in the woods surrounding the village. After this they went walking back to the church and saw a smoke coming from the direction they were heading. A black smoke.

Father Melvin had worked a long day, so when a knock was heard from the door, he didn’t even bother checking the window to see who it was (besides the village is normally a quite place, thus he assumed it to be a villager or nearby farmer with some spiritual question for him to answer) but upon opening he wished he did look before inviting in. There was three men, wearing robes and hoods to cover their faces. Melvin would never had been rowdy enough to fight them, but he didn’t have a chance to act in sincere benevolence, by the time he finished his greeting he had been stabbed three times, and thus fell dead.

This is how Peter, Henry and Anne found him, a corpse in a burnt down chapel.

 

PS, I am not sure if this counts as a chapter, seeing it is only three paragraphs, but oh well.

Doritos In The Stream

Passage is a dream

Doritos in the stream

The serpent’s rage

 

Dances beautiful night

Sun out of sky

 

Love is my hope

Let’s all get the rope

 

Passage is a scream

Doritos in the stream

The pandas cage

Xe’s rusty cage

 

Fire dancing beautiful night

Sun runs out of sky

Sun out of sky

Pitter Patter

Pitter patter, like the latter
Beavers claw, I’m tall
No one cares
No one

Pitter patter
In the jungle of stress
on the floor of hope
No one hates
No one cares

Pitter patter
Pitter patter
The wall is no help
The cleaver hangs in judgement
No one is fragrant
No one

Pitter patter
Pitter patter
In the sun of thought
I am not
Under the roof of blade
No one is true
No one is fragrant

Pitter patter
Pitter patter
Pitter patter