Pages inked of fables muse your scent,
The last rose of winter & its fairytale,
Queen to moon elves in robes swanlike,
What mighty heart did you let unbent?
Amid the cold love of dragons & pike,
Grove, hill, highland we could dwell,
Alone must the stars be if ever I wail,
‘On parting steps did I script my hell?’
The last rose of winter & its fairytale,
Queen to moon elves in robes swanlike,
What mighty heart did you let unbent?
Amid the cold love of dragons & pike,
Grove, hill, highland we could dwell,
Alone must the stars be if ever I wail,
‘On parting steps did I script my hell?’
11 comments:
'script my hell' mmmm, more often than not we are where we are from our own choices...
Insightful, Shadow. Howsoever, one can't help but reminisce of what could have been.
Wow. You have a very unique blog, like wow. O_O
Thanks for the wow =D
those last two lines...and the single rose of winter fairytales...just memorizing
The last rose of winter & its fairytale,
AAha!
Beautiful :)
ahh, very well done. This pierces through.
whats a blotter paper? o.O
A paper blotted with LSD (acid). Hallucinations galore :)
Oh :)
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