He Carves His Name in AlabasteHe carves his name in alabasterDares not serve another masterHe is his own, he wants aloneFor purpose, fame and wealth all known.He spends his days in solitudeGives nothing in fear to looseDay and night he carves awayThere is he, his mark, his name.Yet the years go dwindling byA telling moon rises on highDoes he notice, does he care?For has done work so fair. When he grows old, he does realizeAs he looks o’er earth with cold eyesHis fellow men do come and go,What their names were, he ne’er shall knowEarth herself seems not ot care. If they were all gone, the better for her!Even the greatest man
Once in the Moonlight: OpeningCHAPTER I:PATIENCE IS A VIRTUE I LACK.Oh-what a lovely dream it was! I was on stage, singing, as I often loved to do. And there-right next to me-yes!-it was Akihiro Hanazaki! Akihiro, the best singer-in my mind, that is-singing with me! He even told me that I had a lovely voice…and he was singing for me…only for me…Sunlight streamed in onto my pillow. All was still. The ceiling fan lazily spun its course, gently buzzing like a bee in a lotus blossom. The c-d disks that were scattered across the pale aqua colored room made no sound. Another day of private school. The year was coming to a close, but these last couple weeks
Kristallnacht: PrologueI awoke to the sound of a thousand delicate pieces of something beautiful falling, falling… I didn’t know quite what it was; I just knew it was beautiful. Perhaps it was bells? Or maybe somewhere, a rabbi knocked a precious menorah to the ground. But no—this sound was louder, greater, more powerful—more terrifying. It was the sound of brokenness. With its fall, a hundred voices cried, prophecying, “All of these lands are changed forever…our souls have been shattered,”I heard the sound of footsteps. Mother came running in, only draped in a night robe. The looko of a hunted deer filled her face as she raced
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