Here lie the words of my soul. Poetry is a way of takeing ordinary things and makeing them extrodinary, of useing words as an art form. I am an amature at best, but here it goes ^^
This first poem is my favorite of mine, I think it expresses nature, and the spirit it shelters
Fox Spirit
Full moon rises, a silver fay world reborn
And thou, flame pelted dryad of hill and fern
Stalk through emerald shades as a specter forlorn.
Thou, slight ash marked death bearer, others cannot discern
Blood on snow kissed chin, yet not in razored mind
Hunger slacked with Diana's hard earned blessing.
Ignorants name thee vermin, for they know not your kind
Silva's feral heart shatters as they ride, lusting.
Lusting after thee's burning fur
With blood rage not known to thou's breed.
Yet it is for nie, thou bright eyes match their violent cur
They not of the wood, soon turn back to a benevolent mead
And thou restless specter, are blessed
Go where thee might
For only the moon light's sacred
Know the secrets of the night
Beloved
Light, my heart dances, as I watch your words scroll by
Aceptence, love, I feel it from you as none else
You know me, yet you do not, and the stars do not seem as high.
Words. I feel their power, and pray yours are not flase
I sense your crippled heart, yet cannot see why it is so
I want lift it from the mud and hold it close to mine
One who hungers so for love should allow it to grow
All I want is my heart to live by thine
I long to feel you, to see you stand on the shifting sand of my reality
To feel thine arms about me where others turned away
I need, I aceept you, and for you to accept me, every aspect of personality
We are who are, let them stare and think what they may
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