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moonjade · 11-12-2003, 11:28 PM

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*

PotterPoet82499 · 11-21-2003, 09:37 PM

That was so awesome, I can't believe how utterly drawn I am to this story! You really really need to type more! Please don't keep us in suspense for too long. :sorcerer:

CyreneBlack · 11-25-2003, 01:18 PM

I don't know. I'm awful with titles. I'll have to think about it a little more . . .

Can't wait for the next post! The suspense is killing me!
*dies*

moonjade · 11-25-2003, 01:53 PM

Thanks for waiting guys, and glad you like it...

Maybe it doesn't need a title...it would certainly seem funny naming it after all this time.

As her tailors create a dress of white
Bedecked with jewels, a lovely sight
The maiden sits in fear.

The suitor is handsome, yes indeed
The maiden has 200 purebred steeds
For dowry, a fine match

But the maiden cannot find the words to say
He is not the one, her heart decays
Where is the faery man at?

Yes...where indeed... :whisle:

moonjade · 12-11-2003, 02:43 PM

It's been quite a while since I've written anything, and unfortunaltely, I don't have it with me today. I shall have to rely on memory.

The night before the dedication
To the suitor forever; then the celebration
The maiden lies awake

Thinking of the man she was to name
Her husband, owner, lover all the same
His love is fake.

Looking out the window, she is surprised
To see slowly the moon rise
For the moon is new

She climbs out the window in the moonlight
And spies a horse that is pure white
Its hooves wet with dew.

Sensing the faery is somewhere around
She gets on the horse, hair unbound
And picks up the reins.

She hears him get on the horse behind
The steed runs like the love in her mind
Blood pulses thru