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
Copyright © Emma Willden | Year Posted 2016
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