Random, you ask? Yes, random poetry is what I am writing in this post so take a seat, which you hopefully are already, and prepare for some off the top of the brain poetry. (FYI I am not pulling a Lewis Carol :)
Ere Dragons rest on streets of gold,
In all their splendor with wings held nigh;
With golden sun to show their beauty
And winds a strong to for them to fly.
I know not why I stare at them,
With longing, dreadful, tear filled eyes;
But know I now they have the answers
Deep within their hearts of stone.
Will not one come with chosen keys,
To spread the lock and open wide;
Past a present and all near future
All from in their knowing eyes.
Has one the key and knows not now,
That though it hangs but by a thread;
In hopes are placed for ere the saving
Or lost in fate for ere the dead.
So there you go, a bit of on the spot poetry. I hope you enjoyed!
~Son of the King~
4 comments:
Good poem SOTK, maybe you can use this for some marks on the poetry end of English.
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woW, I really like that poem.... :)
*scream* I LOVE DRAGONS! Totally and completely in love with them for five years now!!! Such wonderful creatures...:D
@ Child of God,
Mm, sounds good.
@ The Director,
Thanks.
@ Icewolf,
Once again, thanks. I seriously don't know why I had the thought of dragons rumbeling around in my mind, but I suppose it did come out good. And by the way I love dragons too!
I am glad to hear that you enjoyed it *speaks to all*
~Son of the King~
(Thinking of writing more...hopefully)
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