Some poems I have written:
(currently unnamed)
As worlds are being
Ripped apart,
My dying heart
Bleeds bright and red.
Falling groundwards,
Cold and dead.
Praise the Tigress:
Through the swirling mist,
In the cold light of dawn,
The eyes that shine so bright,
Claws waiting to be drawn.
I praise the wind-swift Tigress,
In all her gace and might.
Strong, and yet so stealthy,
A wild, unearthly sight.
Fur glistening with morning dew,
She slips away on silent paws.
Quick of stride, away she walks,
Tigress, to earthly sight, is lost.
Deep within the forests,
Crowned with grass and leaf,
A creature almost mythic,
Often escapes belief.
The Unicorn
In the sleeping valley,
Where the Unicorn doth lie,
She is awe-inspiring,
To all who see her, keen of eye.
Upon the rustling emerald waves,
Cloven hooves are gently laid,
The shining horn upon the head,
A spiraled serenade.
Feathered wings from gleaming sides,
Greeting dawn-lit azure skies,
Leaning back upon hind legs,
Forehooves carefully rise.
Her velvet muzzle graze the plain,
Seeking the tenderest stalks,
Scenting some water to quench her thirst,
Towards the stream she daintily walks.
The water that flickers, gold, blue, and green,
The brook’s taste is cold and sweet,
Away from the willow-flanked shadows she runs,
E’er so majestic and fleet.
Garlands of ivory lilies,
Adorn her flowing mane,
The only flower that is
As fair as she.
None other are there across the plain,
As graceful and as free,
As the wild Unicorn that dance,
To the wind’s joyous melody.
With her sleek pelt and shining flank,
No other can rival she,
She’s the spirit of inspiration found,
In all poets, including me.
Fog:
Fog swirls through the air,
Settled on grass coated in ice,
Shrouding the barren landscape.
Not a sound disturbs
The perfect stillness,
The perfect serenity,
Of this silver-cloaked domain.
Okies, thats all for now! *waves* Bubye now!
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