“Do it!” I cried, Jack held his black sword blade firmly against my throat.

“Not until you answer the question, love. Where is the wand?” Jack said it so slowly that I found myself leaning in closer in anticipation, only bringing his sword closer to slicing my neck.

“I don’t have it.” I replied, equally slow but demanding.

“Don’t lie, Princess. Unless you have a death wish.”

“A...

“why?”

“because.”...

without you

there is no sun;

there is no rain either

the days just pass by

in a cloudy haze

of useless, empty weather

the sun is only a lantern

without its welcomed heat

and the world spins on,

no melody and goes

without a beat

the nights are quiet

and solemn

not with the

peace before it’s

all done

the wind blows by

without a song;

i am the days

when you are gone...