Quails are Cool

I'm here, I'm queer, I eat deer

[cryptidquail]

I twirl and dance and spin and spiral

But do know my quarrel?

Do you know my trouble?

You think you might

You think you might

Make a wish upon the star tonight

Yet wish you may

Yet wish you may

I shall never bend before your sight

For my teeth are wild and my claws are sharp

And I am anything but

A fair maiden to be sought

Starlight star blight first star I see

Starlight star blight first star I see

I will have you for all nought

And feast upon your wishing luck

And when the hunger is dead and gone

I look upon the empty spot

And stare into endless night

And feel the emptiness inside me tense up

For you were never supposed to know

That I am nothing really to behold

[cryptidquail]

Love me not

Love me never

Love me in the most beautiful sense

Love me in the most terrible nonsense

And when the time is nigh

And my hunger knows no bounds

Bare your chest to me

So I can feast upon your heart

[cryptidquail]

We exist in the ever shifting maze of being and the fear that comes with that

To fear acknowledgement or connection while craving the attention

Flinching from the contact of another while craving it all the same

Knowing what it is you desire, backing away when it’s within reach, and calling for distraction instead of taking the risk

A pity we’ve been raised to exist so pitifully.

A pity we’ve been told to either fight tooth and nail for what should be given or else waste the time searching for the kindness and humanity where there is none.

A pity to hate the self when even the so called beasts exist as themselves more then the declared ‘ascended.’

A pity indeed.

[cryptidquail]

Venom in my throat

Acid in my veins

Agony in the words

Hate in the heart

Twisted thorns weave

Thoughts collide

But hey

Isn't that life?

[cryptidquail]

Dancing merry souls

All twisted and grinning

Oh how I know you

Oh how I hate you

But all you do is grin

A patient monster

A patient danger

Laughing and grace

And ever so hateful taste

Like tar on my mind

Like darkness on the soul

You monster

You grace

You hateful

Twisted fate

You hateful

Twisted fae

[cryptidquail]

Wicked and cruel, the owl coons

Slick and slim, oh how the serpent grins

And I know what you made me

I know what you think

And I don’t believe you

I‘d rather be me

[cryptidquail]

All I was is reborn

All I fear is forgotten

And the angels sing

Oh the angels sing

While those I knew

Leave me behind

But its okay

Im okay

Reborn anew

[cryptidquail]

Sometimes we cease, and sometimes we exist, and its nothing more than a wish

[cryptidquail]

I wish for what will be

Blinded by what has been

And healing from what is

[cryptidquail]

Twisted smiles, twisted iron

Bared fangs, silver guns

Deathly craving, stake defined

Fae whisperings

Wild calling

The dead are waiting

Wondering stories

Chilling tales

And whispered legends

[cryptidquail]

Sometimes wishes come true

To say whether it is a curse or gift

Well that’s up to you, isn’t it?

[cryptidquail]

Howling melody, bitter cold

In the North, where the pine trees grow

I know a girl all dressed in red

And she dances in the sun, telling her tales

But by the moon, she sings a different tune

Yet all the while she bares a smile

[cryptidquail]

Once upon a time, the people say, a story told and then the end, and so happily ever after again, they lie and ease away the troubles, as if the world is static after the pleasant thought. Isn't that a silly thought, to assume a story ended, when it really is just a beginning, to something alight from the ash and flame, to become something anew and curious.

[cryptidquail]

They know what blood is, so don't treat them as if all they are is a child, they know that pain, they know the shame, so don’t you dare think you are above them, for then you will truly duck below.

[cryptidquail]

And she bowed her head with pleasant thought, for even though he thought he’d tied the knot, she had fangs beneath her grin and claws dancing along her fingertips, for she did not belong to him, she merely agreed to wear the ring.

[cryptidquail]

And sometimes the rising dawn is the most terrible witness of them all, yet still the sun shimmers and the sky dances with color.

[cryptidquail]

Blood in the eyes. Ash in the lies. Pain in the words. Pride in the fools.