OK, this poem has no title, and it's a bit lengthy, so I guess I'll just start with the 1st part. Most people who've read it said that they love the poem, I just feel a bit insecure about publishing it and all. I'd really like to know what you think of this narrative poem about faeries and such...anyways, enjoy...
Beyond known towers and familiar places,
Beyond your land and familiar faces
Lies a castle barely seen
Except by the trees and whispering zephyrs
And the birds that sprinkle the skies like pepper
As they fly over the ravines
This castle, so decrepit and old
Once lived in a beautiful era of gold
Too long ago to reckon
Let us see how a young woman's destiny shone
Through the dark cloak of misery that was her own
Hark! The call to the past beckons
The maiden is running, fast and quick
The maiden is running, she is sick
With sadness and despair
Her head spins; her heart shivers
At her eye a tear quivers
As she races to her lair
Heavily she falls upon her bed
Her heart fills with misery and dread
As she thinks of one other
Who forces her into a black abyss
Where depression arises and all is amiss
Her own mother.
She never understands how this could be
How one person could make her so unhappy
Some say that all is hers
But as long as she feels unloved inside
Has no one to hold her when she cries
She doesn't care for jewels or furs.
That's just the beginning of it, guys...if I get enough requests, I'll post more soon. Geez, I'm such a nerd, I typed most of this from memory...*shakes head* |