All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
Fantasy poetry is a genre that I’ve only recently started looking into as soon as I realized that about half of the poetry I was writing had that fantasy feel to it. 507 more words
1 month, 1 week
The door is shut.
Sprayed wet in the dark.
Please make it stop,
Dripping hot, sticky wet.
Inside and out of my head. 38 more words
Tiny jewels falling, reflecting the arousal
of the sky, damp, grey taking its fill….
The moon smiles, lips open in a snarl,
wanting only to be whole, not dissected… 166 more words
Running like the wind,
Through the forest,
In the moonlight,
A great Elven star,
Guiding me to the river,
Where I discover her,
Drinking in the elements, 63 more words
1 month, 2 weeks