The lord of legends blew through the lands unshackled
With his fierce breath transform bark brown into white
From the tips of trembling branches to rough trunks of the trees.
Tall mountains and forests covered in powdered dust
Across the dipping valleys showered with pale moonlight
Far above the sleeping fern green earth reigns the royal sky
Wearing a cape of turquoise and forget me not blue
The palette of frosts artistry
Air upon the ice sketched fresh patterns each night
......
Allow a being into the bizarre world I have created
When my penance for being human
Has left me cold and my mind serrated
How could I allow myself?
Even the slightest expectations
That the emotions of a whimsical poet
Could ever be expressed openly
Outside a circle of ones cursed with the same peculiar traits
Or anywhere but crumpled yellowed paper
......
Fairies are not composed of all beauty and ethereal gossamer wings
That live in dark hidden glens and sing bewitching songs
It is whispered by those brave enough to roam mythical forests
You can often hear fluttering sounds
and chanting until the sunrise, bright and gold
I was said by the Gervase of Tilbury
They first resided in England its territory being large
Flew across the channel and settled quite nicely in Killarney
Upon hearing the legends of the splendid Irish lands
......
The Lord Sun bewitched fell in love with the Princess Moon
Who dwell in the gossamer palace of twilight overhead
Cast their children glimmering stars into the dark skies
To profess their loyalty and devotion until death.
All Rights Reserved @ Tammy M Darby. June 8, 2020
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The Lord Sun bewitched fell in love with the Princess Moon
Who dwell in the gossamer palace of twilight overhead
Cast their children glimmering stars into the dark skies
To profess their loyalty and devotion until death.
All Rights Reserved @ Tammy M Darby. June 8, 2020
All Material Stored in Author Base.
Fairies are not composed of all beauty and ethereal gossamer wings
That live in dark hidden glens and sing bewitching songs
It is whispered by those brave enough to roam mythical forests
You can often hear fluttering sounds
and chanting until the sunrise, bright and gold
I was said by the Gervase of Tilbury
They first resided in England its territory being large
Flew across the channel and settled quite nicely in Killarney
Upon hearing the legends of the splendid Irish lands
......
The lord of legends blew through the lands unshackled
With his fierce breath transform bark brown into white
From the tips of trembling branches to rough trunks of the trees.
Tall mountains and forests covered in powdered dust
Across the dipping valleys showered with pale moonlight
Far above the sleeping fern green earth reigns the royal sky
Wearing a cape of turquoise and forget me not blue
The palette of frosts artistry
Air upon the ice sketched fresh patterns each night
......
Allow a being into the bizarre world I have created
When my penance for being human
Has left me cold and my mind serrated
How could I allow myself?
Even the slightest expectations
That the emotions of a whimsical poet
Could ever be expressed openly
Outside a circle of ones cursed with the same peculiar traits
Or anywhere but crumpled yellowed paper
......