|
Post by felidae on Jan 19, 2008 18:38:47 GMT -5
Her voice is clear Deep within my mind “Come, let’s play together, In this place outside of time.”
I can see the beauty, I know that she walks with grace, I know that if I enter I will never leave that perfect place.
Last time I was there It was so very long ago, Before I was who I am now, A million lifetimes ago.
And she tempted me then, Her smile followed by an open hand. It was a time when I could not speak, And all I had was the beauty of the land.
I became trapped there, A slave to my own raw gluttony. I was her pet: A slave to her seduction and sorcery.
She would constantly be singing, All I got was the tune. She would always be in high spirits, Hands moving with grace on a loom.
I have no clue who she is, I have only a hint shrouded in memory. All I have is her voice And words I know are sorcery.
I became trapped there, A slave to my own raw gluttony. I was her pet: A slave to her seduction and sorcery.
|
|
Shadowdancer
Shadow Keeper
~may the beauty of the night caress you like the arms of a lover~
Posts: 222
|
Post by Shadowdancer on Jan 22, 2008 17:46:36 GMT -5
this was beautiful as well as hypnotic
|
|
|
Post by felidae on Jan 26, 2008 17:34:08 GMT -5
I am glad that you like it, you are a really great poet so that means a lot.
|
|
Shadowdancer
Shadow Keeper
~may the beauty of the night caress you like the arms of a lover~
Posts: 222
|
Post by Shadowdancer on Jan 28, 2008 14:14:14 GMT -5
your most welcome
|
|