These are various written works I have collected from my surfing the Internet. Some authors I remember, others I don't, so I will be happy to give credit to those who I don't have if you e-mail me. And if you have poetry, send it to me, I will give you credit. ~ASHE ~I got these four Shakespeare sonnets from: ZineZone Poetry ~William Shakespeare Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date. Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck; And yet methinks I have astronomy, But not to tell of good or evil luck, Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons' quality; Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell, Pointing to each his thunder, rain and wind, Or say with princes if it shall go well, By oft predict that I in heaven find: And, constant stars, in them I read such art As truth and beauty shall together thrive, If from thyself to store thou wouldst convert; Or else of thee this I prognosticate: Thy end is truth's and beauty's doom and date. Let those who are in favour with their stars Of public honour and proud titles boast, Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars, Unlook'd for joy in that I honour most. Great princes' favourites their fair leaves spread But as the marigold at the sun's eye, And in themselves their pride lies buried, For at a frown they in their glory die. The painful warrior famoused for fight, After a thousand victories once foil'd, Is from the book of honour razed quite, And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd: Then happy I, that love and am beloved Where I may not remove nor be removed. Let me confess that we two must be twain, Although our undivided loves are one: So shall those blots that do with me remain Without thy help by me be borne alone. In our two loves there is but one respect, Though in our lives a separable spite, Which though it alter not love's sole effect, Yet doth it steal sweet hours from love's delight. I may not evermore acknowledge thee, Lest my bewailed guilt should do thee shame, Nor thou with public kindness honour me, Unless thou take that honour from thy name: But do not so; I love thee in such sort As, thou being mine, mine is thy good report. ~THE STOLEN CHILD by William Butler Yeats I got this poem from: www.iusb.edu Where dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The drowsy water-rats; There we've hid our faery vats, Full of berries And of the reddest stolen cherries. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. Where the wave of moonlight glosses The dim grey sands with light, Far off by furthest rosses We foot it all the night, Weaving olden dances, Mingling hands and mingling glances Till the moon has taken flight; To and fro we leap And chase the frothy bubbles, While the world is full of troubles And is anxious in its sleep. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. Where the wandering water gushes From the hills above Glen-Car, In pools among the rushes That scarce could bathe a star, We seek for slumbering trout And whispering in their ears Give them unquiet dreams; Leaning softly out From ferns that drop their tears Over the young streams Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. Away with us he's going, The solemn eyed: He'll hear no more the lowing Of the calves on the warm hillside Or the kettle on the hob Sing peace into his breast, Or see the brown mice bob Round and round the oatmeal-chest. For he comes, the human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, From a world more full of weeping than he can understand. ~Flight of Dragons Theme Song Flight of Dragons, soar in the purple light, in the sky or in my mind Flight of Dragons, sail past reality, Leave illusion behind. Is it the past I see when I look up to the heavens, Believing in the magick that I know could never be. I want to go where they are going. Into the world they've been. Can I open up my eyes enough to see. Flight of Dragons Heavenly artasies Catch the wind, Rise out of sight, Flight of Dragons Pilots of Fantasy in the sky or in my mind Flight of Dragons...... Never forget that life can only be nobly inspired and rightly lived if you take it bravely and gallantly, as a splendid adventure in which you are setting out into an unknown country, to meet many a joy, to find many a comrade, to win and lose many a battle. ~Annie Besant ~Ran said him Over the hills and through the forest. Turn around and I'm there. In your mind, in your heart, I hold you. Only to never let you go. Ran said him, the night is young. Go and be young, wise and enjoy for you never can expect, when you will die. Death be gone, abolished from my soul. Deep within I null. To collapse on your body, when you sleep. Terror grips, as I wake, to notice, that I am alone. ~A Special Someone From the moment I saw you, there was a change, As my eyes glanced over you my glance turned to a stare, Your beautiful wavy hair, your wonderous eyes, and above all your smile, Hooked my heart to you, And forever I'll be dragged behind you by an invisible chain. Marked by inner beauty, your vibrant personality shines down into my heart with a piercing force, And your energy flows all around you intensifying the air, Enough to make even a dull person exciting, From the day I met you I have longed to feel that energy, To experience a dream, For you are a dream to me, Something inexplicable and tantalizing, Beautiful beyond beautiful. ~A Dragon Poem What is left of my kind? Once we flew on the wings of gods, now we fly on wings of silk, Once we knew the magic of fire, now all we know is to sting, Once we were the lords of the sky, now we are the prey of the birds, Once we flew in tribes, now we must be alone, Once all the lords wanted our beauty, now we know that they could take it, Once we were many different breeds, now all we are is one the same, Once we were the proud, now we are nothing but flies, Dragon Flies....... I pray that one day you will know the beauty we were before.... ~Another Dragon Poem From gleaming scales soaked with blood, an armoured, clawed hand reaches up, towards the heavens, relishing the smell, of victory, which so many, hours of battle was the product, a dead, lifeless carcass, so beautiful in it's, monstrosity, has been slain. ~Another Dragon Poem I wake up in the morning with the same pain in my heart. The same sadness, the same depression, but that is my faith's expression. My faith has always been with me but not in love, for shyness has cursed my body from my feet and above. A girl with a golden heart could lift my curse and show me the light, such a girl could light up the night, so bright, so bright heavenly light... Dragons reflects my souls inner desires to fly free, but that can not ever happen to me. Dragons are ancient warriors in the sky, I always watch them pass by. It is something with their fiery eyes, that gives me great understanding to their lives. Inside my mortal body lies a great soul that I have been given by the gods, for it is truly a great price to receive. My soul is gentle and harmless to mortals and dragons, for it is a Dragon's soul that lives inside me, watching over me, and when I die it will continue to live, forever...