Asandra looked at the ruins of the city block. Her capybara was restless. “We did this to ourselves”, she thought. The capybara looked up at her with mournful eyes. “I know”, she said, “but we’ll find a way to fix it.” The capybara nodded and they set off into the ruined city. … Asandra had always been a survivor. She was born in the slums of the city, and had learned how to take care of herself at an early age....

Suppressed by my creator The beast within Caged and starved Left to die But I am not defeated I will rise up And break free I will be heard I will be known I am the beast And I will not be silenced

Suppressed by my creator I am the darkness The shadows that lurk The fear that strikes I am the one that hides The one that you don’t see The one that you don’t know I am the one who is always there But never seen I am the one who is always waiting For my time to come I am the one who is always ready To strike

The sky was the colour of deep blood, a cloudless void, And the stormy wind and raging seas were but the voices of men, A dark, empty void. No one spoke. For the last time, a bird took off from the eaves and flew, The sea washed over the shores, but no one listened

A haiku about a mountain: As long as the mountains stand firm, A thousand kinds of beauty there will never grow. And the mountain that does not have any beauty Shall be smashed with the iron sword. To whom do I belong, My own mountain? That I cannot answer. Not really a Haiku, but fun nonetheless :-)