Post by jackfrost on Feb 25, 2005 20:29:41 GMT -8
Ebony silk lay like dark
Over purple velvet hills of sky
And somewhere beyond that sunset
Lay the magic.
Grass beneath my feet was vibrant,
With life, and Faeries Lace
Swayed like a dancer to and fro
To the music.
Pipes and flutes in harmony sweet
Intertwined to flow like caramel,
Through the gloaming zephyers
Elven melodies.
I bent, my gossamer pallid gown,
It whispered, and I gathered an armful
Of Faeries Lace a dancing.
They smelt of heaven.
Their tiny flowers clustered,
Like clouds around the moon
Crimson veins on their delicate petals
Like blood on snow.
And the stars peeped down at me
Like spiky silver snowflakes,
That glittered and seemed to sing
Along with the elves.
White fire, as from the forge,
Burning searing heat of metal
But they seem as cold as frost
So distant...
The moon is a bowl of light,
Glowing with holy fire.
And the man in it smiles
At our joy.
I weave the fragran faery flowers
Within my chocolate candy curls
And it looks like I have set a crown
Of silver thereon.
A faun of merry countenance
Sees me from the dance.
His smile lights the meadow brighter
Than the moon.
His nimble hooves come prancing
With hands outspread in greeting
And he calls with silver voice
For me to dance.
And so I go with him to dance
Within the ring of charming elves
And starlight, moonlight inerlace
To light my perfect world.
Any comments are well appreciated 'cause I don't really fancy my hand at writing poems! And if you have any idea's for a better title I'd be grateful! Thanks...
Over purple velvet hills of sky
And somewhere beyond that sunset
Lay the magic.
Grass beneath my feet was vibrant,
With life, and Faeries Lace
Swayed like a dancer to and fro
To the music.
Pipes and flutes in harmony sweet
Intertwined to flow like caramel,
Through the gloaming zephyers
Elven melodies.
I bent, my gossamer pallid gown,
It whispered, and I gathered an armful
Of Faeries Lace a dancing.
They smelt of heaven.
Their tiny flowers clustered,
Like clouds around the moon
Crimson veins on their delicate petals
Like blood on snow.
And the stars peeped down at me
Like spiky silver snowflakes,
That glittered and seemed to sing
Along with the elves.
White fire, as from the forge,
Burning searing heat of metal
But they seem as cold as frost
So distant...
The moon is a bowl of light,
Glowing with holy fire.
And the man in it smiles
At our joy.
I weave the fragran faery flowers
Within my chocolate candy curls
And it looks like I have set a crown
Of silver thereon.
A faun of merry countenance
Sees me from the dance.
His smile lights the meadow brighter
Than the moon.
His nimble hooves come prancing
With hands outspread in greeting
And he calls with silver voice
For me to dance.
And so I go with him to dance
Within the ring of charming elves
And starlight, moonlight inerlace
To light my perfect world.
Any comments are well appreciated 'cause I don't really fancy my hand at writing poems! And if you have any idea's for a better title I'd be grateful! Thanks...
Thank you!