My daughter wrote this tonight as part of a homework assignment. I’m fairly impressed. She has a definite leaning towards horror in all of her writing. Warped little thing that she is 🙂
The moving statue
I am the moving statue,
Lifeless in the night when the great pearl of the sky comes to look over us,
And the sparks of the suns twinkle in the distance,
But by day; a living horror,
Everybody who sees me fears me,
Everybody who doesn’t, will
This I swear.
They have a life,
I used to,
But they killed me,
Burnt me at the stake ‘till i was crisp and black,
Dead.
I will have revenge on anyone who sees me,
Anyone.
My eyes will flash red,
Ruby red,
I will wave goodbye,
And the words on my stone table will be the last thing they see
“Those who look upon me,
Shalle have done what I had done to me…”
I am the moving statue…
Matthew Sylvester 
Wow, following in her father’s footsteps maybe?
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Posted by shavenwookiee | June 8, 2014, 8:19 pmI think she’s forging ahead and leaving my breathing out of my arse if I’m honest! 🙂
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Posted by mattsylvester | June 8, 2014, 8:22 pmYeah I can see that happening with me as well. This poem is pretty awesome!
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Posted by shavenwookiee | June 8, 2014, 8:24 pmI had to follow ur blog after reading ur daughter’s poem. I’d love to illustrate something like that. 😀
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Posted by Aidana WillowRaven | June 9, 2014, 5:01 pmI’m sure she’d love you to! 🙂 And thanks for the follow. You might want to follow http://www.alternative-realities.co.uk as well 🙂
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Posted by mattsylvester | June 9, 2014, 5:06 pmI already follow AR 😀 When your daughter collects enough for her first publication, let me know 😀
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Posted by aidanawillowraven | June 9, 2014, 6:28 pm