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Incandescent
In the late evenings,
in a pool of fire-
there lies a liar.
Living on this land,
all they cared about-
was the pitiful sand.
They ignore the flames,
and point fingers-
to find who's to blame. -
Forever Winter
When the sun looks down at the land,
The winter snow takes a stand.
Without a word, the world stills.
Refusing to melt into nothing,
The snow ignores the sun’s far from loving-
brimmingly brutal, burning, stare. -
I'd Give you the Moon
If I could, I would give you the moon.
in hopes you wouldn't leave me so soon.
I would gift you what most chase,
and keep it forever in your grace.
When night falls, I'll gift you the stars,
and I'll call the night sky ours. -
The Season of Ice
As a child, I would watch the snow melt-
and no matter how I felt-
I knew all good things must come to an end.
Winter was my favorite seaon,
snow gently falling onto my face,
like cold, tiny kisses from the sky. -
Melting
There is no cloud in sight,
to block out the setting suns light.
The suns rays reflect off of the snow.
Lighting up the wintery sand.
Silence fills the air, but there's no doe-
in sight, on this sun kissed land.
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The Wood Nymphs
When the sun sets,
And the moon is high in the sky,
The naiads swim to the surface-
of their watery home.
The moon's pale light reflects-
off of the sea of stone,
They look out past their home.
Loves
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Samhain (Sow-in)
It was the night,
whence two worlds collide.Samhain.
When spirits cross into our realm,
Causing mischief,
Spreading lies. -
The King of Nothing
A solemn tap and whisper warms the winter air.
Only his heir had long gone, the night turned dark and cruel.
So to be sure they are alone,
A ghastly sight of his highness rises from his throne. -
The Raven (inspired by Edgar Allan Poe)
Sulking on one sunny afternoon,
Laying on a garden bench; feeling at a loss.
Missing the woman he had held.
The girl had been a beauty,
None would suggest otherwise.
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All Songs Never Sung
If you put these words to melody
would they suddenly be known?
my poems played across the world
to an audience that's grown?
I've no melody in mind
only scribbles on a page
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the girls in the graveyard
in the cemetery
blood moon shining brightsomething stirs
a creature of darkness
awaiting its freedomsoon come its priestesses
bringing with them candles, incense,and knives.
