Best Fantasysong Poems
Ivy draped portal
entrancing
a soul
within a sun
enclaved in gold
made by the Fae
those wondrous beings
Is this real
what I’m seeing?
A song of joy
so sweet to the ear
Earthbound souls
never will hear
a veil
it panes
the sound
of the Fae
forever and always
to this very day
Faeries dancing
on the air
firefly’s lanterns
glistening
in pairs
shining bright
a magical trail
up the hill
and down the vale
eclipsing the moon
making her pale
Every night
no matter the weather
the folk do dance
a love song
together
binding and sealing
a hearts embrace
shows of feeling
a loves true face
Eternally joined
filigree veins
gold and ametrine
glows and wanes
the heart it encases
overflows pure joy
for hearts robbed
and broken
the Fae
refill with joy
Fae chevaliers
of true loves heart
for true loves’ trinity
the dance
the song
for love…
The song we once
knew
is the song we
will hear
The dreams we once had
are now displayed in the
colors of a thousand rainbows
Are you ready
for a new look at reality ?
Peace - like a shining star
becomes the real armor
which shields us
from the terrors of
this world
Becomes the power
that makes our hearts beat
The sun is
still shining down on us
Let us take joy
in this brand new day
Not of hare, but of Salmon, glistening in the stream I watched them.
Making Way through their loop of Time they return to where they come from.
Such purpose in their flight, birds of the water make write for their kind.
To the death they'll climb up that river to return the Land of Ancestor.
New generations will remain together and the Salmon swim Up, to remember.
Golden Flocks of Eagle there, a flight of pride through the clean air.
Lion of the sky came One day to fly by and they saw what needed to be done. There is
damage here. So aWay they flew to Great Bear, calling on Winds, "make swift our wings there."
Time is not to waste and so for the witnessing of the foul, they called also, Great Owl.
A wake he did, Great Owl of Snow and Cold and Knowledge of Old, the Time has come,
Eagles of the sky call from the wind. So make flight in the night I did to engage
the Great Mind.... "Moon I ask, gift me your Light for direct my flight needs to be".
Beg the Morning Star, call to all our bees their pattern needed as future seeds.
And so it was. Great Owl flew on through the Night and the Morning Star called all
bees to the Light. Make your song to the Great Sun.Flower, beg her come aLong, four
the desperate Air needs more seeds this Great Hour. And when She grow, ask of her scent,
remain in the Day and find the Great Wind. Carry far to the desert sands, beg Great Bat
come nourish the Land.
And so it was, the bees returned Four needed their song in the wind. Finding the spiraling
sunflower core, they marked a pattern and shareed it far. New growth is needed called the
Morning Star. And so released Flower of her Great Scents and into the Winds they went as
the Eagle flew on by. A message delivers a circuit complete as Bat returns from the Sky....
what do we do when we have nowhere to turn? nowhere to go? no place in mind.....
can't we just runaway. leave what ever darkness and bloodshed and tears threaten to break us
surrounded by music are we; different kinds, so colorful are the tunes and the words to
each. why are kept from listening to all of them?
running away sounds like an adventure to hold, but the tears, bloodshed, and darkness will
follow...for they are attached to us. all of us.
the dark queen herself enchants the minds of her subjects and warps them to insanity,
her lover is twisted and warped in fear that he could lose his love; what's worth loving
is not worth hating
music plays in the great hall of the palace, swinging from wall to wall, room to room.
hypnotizing the listeners. humming its song in their ears, slaying them. running through
them like a blade with jagged edges smeared with intoxicating goo.
playing their minds like a warped piano; composing a song that teases the hearts of
lovers. the dark queen grins a tantalizing, impish and ghoulish smile. showing her teeth.
they gleam evil in the faint candle light of dimly lit corner of the great hall. she hums
her song to herself as the music continues its sordid melody.