Crown of Sonnets - Part 2

Yet there in the mist is the stories tusk There full of the hidden secrets of men The men and fairies who are full of lusk They do hide them away here in the glen Here they are hidden away in this place A place so full of both the spies and lords We shall find the women adorned with lace Yet they so clueless to the hidden cords As here men or faires that walk about Hiding the truth or them in your plain sight Yet here I do create a stage of doubt As men of faires care not for the right Looking I find I can't be overthrown Oh wait, I find you sit upon that throne Oh wait I find you sit upon that throne You try to create, rule that which is mine Waiting and watching as you take the zone Creating something of your own design Waiting I watch you as you take control You the character seems the master now You do dance away you do take your scroll Down and about you do start to bestow From afar you do grow and develop Yet soon do I learn I do not create You leap out over land to envelop Now only a king can control your fate Fighting to create I find in your eye So high, so mighty you feel you might fly So high, so mighty you feel you might fly As you the master of your mighty fight Seem to be in the line of that dark sky You seem to think your fate is not a knight You choose to dare and to defy my words Transforming my words to air it doth seem You reason with the story not as a byrd You discover that you do like that stream You follow that twisted path to the north You go not alone but so full of those lies The lies and spies of fairies that do go forth Out ,about your followed by silent cries You wrote a path yet if you could of known Yet you do not know that I in the zone Yet you do not know that I in the zone Can still control this path if I so choose So don't you dare try to cry or to moan You do choose to ignore those hidden clues Oh dear character of my heart, my soul You did leap, bound farther than any before Although far in mystery here is the troll That you did not see upon your dark shore As here I sit counting down those long paths That will lead you to my desired one For inside I do fight that wicked wrath So free and loved you do think you have won After a battle fought I stand nearby Can create the path that causes you to die Can create the path that causes you to die Quietly I do watch you be so mighty Totally unaware you feel so high You do sit, you laugh feeling almighty Yet I the writer is spinning this tale You see you did catch me when unaware Although I did figure out that it was frail It that was my idea I’m in despair As those hidden small words did launch so far Off this silk pen and down this blank white page They did land to create something bizarre Hidden and unknown they did upstage That plan I had is now in a debate With my passion and love doth I create With my passion and love doth I create A character that of his own design who was a knight did design his own fate Now on that throne you're all but intertwined The writer had believed to know it all As the seconds fled upon a lost thought To find that only you who was so tall You could conquer all that was so distraught There in that place you were so far of path Following your mind fate did lead you to That path I had fought with a writer's wrath Here in this end we sit long overdue I the writer now do open that gate My world so full of stories that doth await My world full of stories that doth await It is full of those things only in dreams Things created by those who don't debate Between that which is created by schemes If only I the writer had only known That a character of such strong design Will not be made to be only outgrown But shall develop into that which will shine To shine like this brave character of mine Is something we all seem to all but lose When we the writer choose to cry or whine We then take a risk at being confused Yet here I chose to choose and then apply I created in the blink of the master's eye Doth create in a blink a master's eye Gold painted not for the eyes to behold So beautiful created not with dye My words they seem to create something bold Something that I shall spin upon the moon As the fairy doth dance into the dusk that I create a story of a loon Yet there in the mist is the stories tusk Oh wait, I find you sit upon that throne So high, so mighty you feel you might fly Yet you do not know that I in the zone Can create the path that causes you to die With my passion and love doth I create My world full of stories that doth await