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fate nightshade May 2019
A bird falls
a broken wing
Its halo shattered
for no more will it fly
for no more will it sing of
the breath of wind
beneath its wings
a broken halo
with light
that shines
with stars
no more
with
a bird
that used
to fly
The poem above was inspired by
  Chris Stapleton’s song Broken halos
fate nightshade May 2019
The whisper in the wind
        a shadow among the trees
from a house a figure flees
      a light appears
        the figure disappears
  the only witness is the wind
              or
                   is
                        it
                            the shadow
                                                hidden  in the trees
fate nightshade May 2019
The spark of an idea
The strike of imagination
The burning inferno of a thought
The fire of memories flow
The rest is written in stone

many things follow
some great
others a tyranny

history is made
history is being written
memories
history
all one
all the same
words become sentences
sentences stories
stories books
books treasured
it all started
with
an idea
fate nightshade May 2019
A violent wind
the breath leaves my lungs
limbs so cold
still awake
yet
my
heart
hasn't moved
I
lie
waiting
to leave this place
my eyes gloss over
my
skin
hasn't
changed
a
tear
rolls down
my face
fate nightshade May 2019
He was a great king
as the story goes
but what history has hidden
is what is now being told

the pirate king
a scoundrel
emperor of thieves

he sailed the seven seas
burned cities
and salvaged riches
of nobility

he conquered a country
long forgotten
lost to the sands of time

some say he was
a caster of spells
an enchanter

I say he was a magician
an astrologer
an alchemist

but we may never know
another secret lost to
the sands of time.
fate nightshade May 2019
Now listen
to this story
a story old

a story with hair platinum
many moons ago once gold

listen closely
for the once mystifying
voice
is withered and whispered

listen children
silence now
even though old
this story still
has lessons to teach

close your eyes
now children
let the story
carry your mind
to a land
so ancient
at just one slight brush
it will wither away

the story tells you
of giants
of foolish souls
of jesters bequeathing kings
you'll learn
of the king of thieves
the Arabian knights
the histories
by the Brothers Grimm

wake now children
with your eyes aglow
for your minds
have grown
you have learned
many lessons
both new and old
hold these lessons
within your heart dear children
for when the time comes
you'll teach others
what you know.
fate nightshade Jan 2019
cold
a gentle bliss
snow dances across the sky
a cold winter night
frost twinkling
it seems the world
is enchanted
by this wonder
this beauty
a timeless grace
a fantasy in reality
and yet
like all good things
it must come to an end
it whispers
with its last cold breath
fair well
until we meet again
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