My Poetry

Beautiful Traps Fragile but regal A golden horn spiraling up Mother nature's gift to the world They bring life and light A maiden pure and true With the greatest weapon The net that can catch the wind Love is the greatest harness Sitting in the mystical forest The perfect trap is set Gracefully he steps in Unaware of his fate The maiden slips the golden bridal Over onto the shimmering neck His heart slows; his eyes close Never knowing not caring It is over in a second The unicorn is no more Beauty and wonder killed that day All for the want of a horn		The Fairies' Dance Down deep in the shady grove Surrounded by tall dark oaks Where the greatest treasure is stowed 'Tis the home of the fairy folks Gleefully the fairies dance Around the flowers gay Higher and higher they seem to prance On the most wondrous mysterious fay And as the sun begins to rise There is an enormous flurry As every single fairy hides To their homes they all scurry So if you ever go to the glade All the fay will be out of sight But if you wait beneath the shade They will be back to dance in the night
	Imagery of a Mountain At the base I look up to see A wonder to behold Sparkling sapphires as blue as the sky Surrounded by shimmering gold I start my climb finding handhold Working my way to the top Craggy cliffs hide behind them secrets Crystal caves and the purest gem of blood Red hot liquid pumps through veins Which, when spills, hurts me so And now I know I've reached your heart I will never have to let go	Rape The innocent unicorn laying still On the beautiful maiden's golden lap Never to grace the world again. The silver thorn on bloodied rose That lies crushed and broken On the virgin snow. The torn off wings of fragile butterfly Forbidden to fly free To shimmer in the air. The forever unclean body Sundered from heart to soul which cries out For surcease from the enduring pain.
The Encounter In the arms of the angel, My heart soars upwards. Naked dreams and boyish glee, The valley of night has vanished forever. Ballroom dresses and trying to dance, The clouds are higher than you think. The city of dreams glowing in the night, The circle has no beginning, no end. Which is better the lady or the tiger? The world will never know	Darkness The moon has passed behind the cloud Darkness spreads into my soul The light I'd known is somehow gone Hopes I had felt have flown away The dreary night goes on forever Stars have disappeared The joy I had has left a hole An empty hole that can't be filled The morning never comes Never fills the sky with light The fears rule in my heart A terrible undefeated tyrant
Garden of Frost Cold, dreary nights The frosty grip of winter Keeping a heart Close to death's throne Even in the frozen land of lost souls There is found some beauty Like the cold crisp air that makes The sparkling stars brighter Ice roses grasped tightly Bloom in the perpetual snow Stay in the high walled garden Without a thought of freedom For even though it is winter He still loves the garden fair And walks around touching the roses With a lovers caress The pure white powder Covers the small flowered haven With a blanket of emotion While the frigid wind tosses it around	This wind, however playful, Bites the poor roses Till they are senseless Unable to feel anything good or bad The loss of the senses is so gradual So slow to take it's hold The flowers don't know what The garden has been missing Until the inevitable happens A ray of sunshine Falls on unopened buds Warming them with friendship The walls thicken, winter grows colder Trying to keep the sunbeam out A lost battle from the beginning As the roses start to awaken Little by little the mortar in the walls Start to crumble to dust The land grows warmer The icy hands of death are forced away A small green shoot Breaks up through the powdered snow The first triumph against The rule of winter	The color comes back To snow covered roses Tipped with red warmth They are half fire, half ice Winter try's fiercely to keep His death grip on the garden With a promise of spilled blood From sharp icy knives But still a message of hope Slips through the barriers Put up by garden and The bitter love of winter Just a small message That changes the garden One crocus in a field Of deep, suffocating snow For even thought winter Has loved the garden It is time for spring to teach the garden About growth and a new love
The Kitten's Tree The small black kitten Wandering, discovering Creeps up playfully To the tall dark tree Lithely she climbs up Into the swaying branches And falls asleep Admist the leaves The wind gives the tree His voice, and he sings His song of love To the little kitten And I the small Black ball of fur Sighs serenely in the arms Of my silent love		Mystic Bird Sitting in a mystic house unknown I started on a bird A burning fire in its breast A tear of crimson in its eye It stared at me with a look of peace My heart felt no sadness Then it vanished, consumed by flames Never to grace the world again There I stood in this house unknown Watching the red flames burn I cast my troubles into the fire Destroying them all one by one After they all had been burnt to ash The crimson flames died down My hopes and dreams reborn again The phoenix flew to spread its joy

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