The Adventures Of Red Writing Hood

   His hands were small and cold. I massaged the wrinkles that had creased around his jagged fingernails. Unlike my own, there were no freckles dotting the back of his hand. His red hair that used to match my own was faded and cut short. He looked at me, and I at him. One resemblance that time hadn't destroyed was our big brown eyes. And then, just moments later, even this was taken away from me as he closed his eyes, never to open them again.    I felt like crying out. Felt like shouting at the doctor for not trying harder to keep his heart beating. But in my head I heard the rhythmic tune of the first song he ever taught me. It was a common reminder that time is a race humanity never wins. Time going round the clock. Tick tock, tick tock... He always taught me to sing in a deep tenner. Each day begins on the dot. Tick tock, tick tock... He taught me to think about the words. Time... And apply the meaning to your voice. Tock, tick tock... And

Here she comes around the corner Eyes so dark and teeth so white Killing all who came before her Who had not lived a Catholic life She had a marriage, doomed to fall She had a kingdom, lost it all She had a hope that never called There’s only one who has no fear Elizabeth the first is here! Let Mary hit the chopping block As she falls, as she falls She had her chances, many chances  lost them all, she lost them all

      Some of you may not know who Lady Jane Grey is, so before reading this poem, please take the time to peek at this introduction so you can better understand my writing...      Lady Jane Grey is the cousin of the young King Edward VI. She is better known as the "Nine Days Queen", because she only reigned for nine days. Her husband, Lord Guilford Dudley, was publicly executed and his body was taken past her door. She is known to have cried out his name in agony.      She was beheaded just days after, refusing to convert into the Catholic faith. Her final words are included in this poem. She was eighteen years old... Oh Guilford, Guilford! Darling Guilford. I see they took your life. They hardly gave You a day To change this world Of sin and strife. But I, oh I, Was given nine! Nine days to change the world. Oh Guilford, Guilford! Darling Guilford. I shout out to the Lord, As my time is soon “Into thy hands I commend my

https://www.theodysseyonline.com/tired-college-student I didn’t know I missed you. I didn’t know I cared. I didn’t know I loved you, Until you weren’t there. I didn’t know your value, Until you ran away. I didn’t know I loved you, Until you wouldn’t stay. I didn’t know I hurt you, Until I saw you cry. I didn’t know I broke you, Until I watched you die. 

Oh how the light does shine at day And falls when night has come to stay And lets the moon caress your face With shimmery hands and solemn grace Oh how the sun defines your mood, When he is gone, you act quite rude. But when the moon returns to you, You rest. And the little steady breathing of The child that you are, Will surely fall in years to come With every falling star. And your chest will seem quite heavy, And your breaths will come out slow. For your muscles are now letting Your weary breathing go. And as the moon holds your face And smooth’s your wrinkles crease, And kisses your dimples with such grace You slip off into peace And on the morrow when there is, The laying of the casket. Your soul will not be in therein; Twill be in Heavens basket. And when the rain alas does stop And the light allowed to shine, He’ll cry for the moons loss And