1979 School Magazine

NO TOMORROW A light has gone out of my eyes. I never thought this could happen. There she lies. All life has gone out of her.

SON OF THE GODS

Those lips can never smile again. Ihose eyes can never sparkle again. Oh, what am I going to do. fhis is the last time I can see her. They said I could have 2 minutes to look. 2 minutes to look! Yesterday we had the whole world in front of us. Now we have only 2 minutes. I think I am going to kill myself. Oh, what am I going to do. She is being lowered into the ground now. Mud is falling. No, being pushed. Stop/ Stop/

Upon the cliff, in early starlight, A black horse paused in his pacing Moonlight licked at his mane, Stars highlighted his coat, And a chill breeze whispered. It was he - the /asf son of the gods, And the only one remaining of his kind.

The others were swallowed up ln the cruel world of darkness, Which sometimes brought light to the unwanted,

People are coming over to me. Go away! Go and look after HER. I think I am going to go mad. Oh, what am I going to do. It's all over now. She is gone forever. I am all alone. Elizabeth M. Furnival, 9D.

The son was on the crest of strength, Yef soon he must go, Sliding down to the never-ending pattern Of plain black upon the walls of Death, His fire put out, his mind blanked, To die and remain diminished, While above on the surface no magic resided, And all was in confusion. Aliese, the stallion, Made from stone and earth, Descendant of those who once destroyed evil,

MATHS HOMEWORK I unzipped my bag and pulled out my maths book. Look- ing at it in extreme distaste, I f inally decided to open it, to start some work, but I had to force myself to push the pages apart. The pages flicked under my grasp, each more horrific than the last. I could not go on, the book was drawing me to its unending problems and numbers. The pages looked like ugly faces each kindly inviting me to hard slavery. Now the book began to feel less hard, but more ugly and sloshy, with little blood-tike drops trickling between my fingers and down my arm in streams. I shut the book. With one mighty throw I catapulted it to the corner of the room. I crawled to the other end of the room and pushed a feeble, shaking hand to clasp the book, which now felt like a sharp knife dripp- ing with something slimy. Again I pushed the book open and tried to view the un_ solved fractions. I could actually hear the book talking, the muttering of equations in ihe background, with I powerful, strong voice saying "Come, Come, Come". I could not stand it. The book now felt like slimy jelly ooz_ ing slowly through r:ny fingers. One last time, with itt my pent-up hate, I thrust the book to the other end of the room. I lay down, grasped the end of the bedspread and sobbed slowly. Afier a couple of minutes I slowly lifted my head and staggered to my feet confidenfly. I walked over to where I had dropped the book and looked down at it. lt looked feeble, unwante.d, rejected, lonely and very low, lying in the corner with its cover half ripped off anij somsof 'the pages scattered about the corner.

With strength from stone, And animality from dust, And kindness from the plants. Aliese, the conqueror, Defender of Earth - people,

Attacked will be by the forces of wickedness, Borne suffering down to the depths of Hades, Evil jeering at him as he is carried On his pedestal, magic wreathing around the carved stands: Magic that could bring immediate and imminent destruc- tion. -l** The last sitver sickle of moon Receeded into the clouds and died, And the woild grew dark. ln a final quick gesture of farewell. Magic once again leapt up brightly, Silhouetted against the sky in a startling contrast.

And with a last lonely neigh To things that had been once, And were now destroyed, The black stallion lay down and died. A.S,, 9E,

Marcia Kewley, gA

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