Best Fantasyflying Poems
I'm flying on a Big Powerful bird
with Huge strong colored wings,
I'm flying Over the Rainbows,
Back down the glittered streams,
Up again, above Mountain peeks,
I'm flying to the Silver Waterfall,
I bathe with Swans ,in naked dreams.
I drink Raindrops,from cups made of leaves,
I fly to an Orchestra Of Dancing Fountains,
whilst the Sun reflects Warm beams.
I fly , On Wings of freedom,
Feeling the Wind On my skin,
Feeling the touch of the Breeze,
Feeling the Freshness within.
I Fly Up High, Free as can be,
Give me your Hand,Come fly with me.
Lets fly from Sunrise into the Night,
Luminious Fireflies,Our lanterne's light.
Charma
(Inspired by the song'Fly On the Wings Of Love'
By the, Olsen Brothers)
Court the Raven, count the birds
Seven there is, flying above
She waited for my soul, but got my body
I challenged her, to sleep herself
While the dead air, whipped her hair
I brushed back strands of time behind her ear
When she awoke, pistol in hand
Counting graves, adding sins
Her eyes were black like a death,
Her body was long, just like Hell
Seven there is flying above
Checking for the ones whose time has come
I find her beautiful, what is your name?
Tell me why your fingertips are laced with ice
Who are the people that walk behind you?
Just those that trade life after
The mist has crept back towards her
Seeking that she cometh apocalyptic now
Bang! Bang! there goes her pistol
Sounding the ponies of avalon
A million years I watched her walk
Never smiling, just watching like me
The ones who tried to win her heart
So bad, they wished to die
God sentenced her this inheritance
Unbiased to Heaven or Hell
Although she gains a passage to both
Dragging souls from mortals
And leaving their shells
In a casket closed
When the living will be a lie,
The sweetest secret she shared with me
When the dead be of truth,
My black bride came a walkin' to me
I carried her pass a threshold
Where the ancestors murmur and grieve
The jagged bones and skeletons
All began to drip dusty tears, on a hearts sleeve
Court the Raven, for that be her name
The Reapers daughter, I fell in love
Her love took me as high as the Seven birds flown
Her sensuality grasped my breath a deadly
She puckered on my cheek
A death without a name
And it came unseen
Like a midnight entertwining to bewitching
Shot down by her hand
Turned down by her hand in marriage
Just another lover without a mate
Watch black Ravens, interpretation of a love game