Crimson Poems

Poetry

The Knight & The Dragon

The knight passes the dragon's cave,
he would be running if he were not so brave.
He enters quielty, silent as ever,
he must be careful for the dragon is clever.
Now he feels the dragons hot breath,
but he is ready for the possible death.
He hears the snarl of the dragon's voice,
swinging his sword is his chosen choice.
The knight aim's true and succeeds a hit,
then manuevering so not to get bit.
The dragon unleashes its fire of red,
striking the knight's shoulder, just missing his head.
The knight aims for a stab at the dragon's eye,
success to the knight, the beast was soon to die.
Our hero prepared to slay the dragon for good,
but the beast flew away, as fast as it could.
The knight knew the creature would not return,
and his town was the last town that dragon would burn.

Root Beer

I see the crystal shape, sparkling before my eyes,
Fog, accross the surface hiding the liquid that lies.
Tiny dots, little orbs, holding pricks of air,
The foamy fizz, tickles my nose as it rises to the air.
Overflowing, off the brim, onto the shining wood,
It taunts me, it lures me, to drink it, and I should.
Lifting up, weighty it is, newly pourn and brewed,
To my lips, cold frost slips, it stimulates my mood.
In it comes, sweet as joy, cool as night, rich as sun,
Splashing down, a tasty treat, but my root beer's just begun.

The Mystic Woods

No where near any civilization,
there lie a forest of life and creation.
The Mystic Woods as most people say,
a place where many creatures decide to stay.
It is a land of magic, wonder and mist,
around the grand trees the plants and vines twist.
Here dwells griffins, pheonixes, fairies and rocs,
then there are the ceribis, the three headed fox.
Dragons, titans, dwarves and cenitaurs,
demons, trolls, grimlins and menotaurs.
Orcs, geenies, gargoyles and knights,
cyclopses and ogres who have lust for a fight.
Goblins, and golems, hydras and unicorns,
known of course for their magnificent fore horns.
Serpits, manticores, zombies and ghosts,
wizards, warlocks, druids all use magic the most.
Specters, skeletons, and elves with their whips,
but if one visits see that it's not the end of their trips.
Rivers, caves and mountains are not a might.
plus castles and villages join and unite.
There are islands, tundras, desserts and towers,
crystals and orbs that contain magical powers.
So as you can see it's a magical land,
where all lands and creatures may scurry or stand.
Accross the great woods that are very well known,
and accross the great treetops the magic is shone.

Love Is

Love is a sensation that arrives at the heart,
Love is a feeling, a mastery or art.
Love is a fulfillment of all peoples vast dreams,
Love can be many things, whatever it seems.
Love is the many things we all pursue,
Love is the earth and in each thing that you do.
When you love one person with all of your strength,
It shall last for ever, through your life's length.
When you love there is that simple feeling,
Where spirits connect, each heart they're stealing.
If you desire this thing of magic,
Watch out my friend for it can be tragic.
But if used well, it can be your center,
Your everyday life, your mother, your mentor.
So fly off and seek love, soon you'll see,
Love isn't anything but what you want it to be.

About Dargalarn

Dargalarn

Amongst the light of day and dark of night,
there is a land where beast and man fight.
There is a land where strong magic dwells,
were forests grow and deserts burn like the hells.
Mountains gleam and cities glimmer,
where weapons slash and faces shimmer.
Among this land, all around is great,
you will find wonderous things beyond its gate.
Populated with obtjects of all sorts,
creatures to rivers to shipyards and ports.
The land of this world is both timid and strong,
Dargalarn, the land like no other, shall you come along?

Imagination

Let thoughts and images cascade to your mind,
Creativity of wonders now coil and bind.
Take forth your eyes, inspire the senses,
Imagine a scene, establish no fences.
We take the true path into a starlit enigma,
Hear the magic, smell the mist, feel the stigma.
Brew does the storm not of natural cause,
For this cyclone is of the brain no longer with flaws.
Connected are ideas into mind's maze,
Thus starts the journey's front lining phase.
On we move to summon pure thoughts,
Where dreaming begins and we open the lots.
This great gift we have to create worlds unspoken,
Do the undone, tis our mind's free token.
Escape from reality, dive into vacation,
Arrive in a new world known as imagination.

Turtles

Turtles are creatures with rock solid shells,
They are quite well protected and their appearance tells.
Turtles are reptiles of assorted traits,
Different shapes, sizes, looks and mates.
Turtles are animals of the passive kind,
Calm and friendly, with a faithful mind.
Turtles are beasts with many many skills,
Hide in their shell, or snap for their kills.
Turtles are masterpieces of art and creation,
Vibrant colors, designs, with an attractive sensation.
Turtles are monsters of ocean and land,
Digging and crawling accross beach sand.
Turtles are beings of astonishing history,
Their age, size and facts remain a mystery.
Turtles are a member of God's great demension,
Turtles are the finest creature he ever did mention.

The Wizard's Spell
Far up in the tretchery of the thundering black sky,
there stands a tower above the mountians oh so high.
The tower of a powered man with magic of great might,
the spells he casts in shining blasts in the mystics of the night.
The magic glows in the ring of fire,
that surounds the rock hard spire.
The wizard stands in his chanting room with potions all around,
he pours them in a giant couldron brewing magiks of light and sound.
His staff he swings while conjuoring the start of the perfect spell,
and he works alone as the moonlight shone on the ringing midnight bell.
He searches through his book of magic,
avioding any spells of tragic.
His fingers raise with a glowing blaze and energy flickers out,
the glowing gas forms a bluelit mass that is an orb without a doubt.
It spin and spun with shining beams,
he next adds power in flashing gleams.
His tower gives off an erie glow,
across the night sky the magic shall flow.
He felt in his blood as the magic grew,
the spell was nearing and it soon would be true.
The wizard lowers his hands and staff ready to finish it off,
there’s a lightning strike in a speeding spike and the wizard takes a cough.
Now he stands in his tower so strong,
the spell was complete and to him it shall belong.
Now for those who shall wish it, may be immortal,
as the great spell will be held in the enternal porthole.
the wizards job is now complete,
he puts down the staff and stretches his feet.
And now he blows out the flaming red light,
as his tower glows in the depths of the night....

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