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 Feb 2018
Pagan Paul
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I travelled the lands out to the West,
of all the cities I am most impressed,
with Melk, by mountains and sea it rests,
ruled by the Queen, Lyenna of Cressed.

Her beauty is famed throughout the land,
with many suitors for her vacant hand,
none of whom will ever understand,
she will marry only her own hearts plan.

I met Lyenna in her Palace of Green,
and my eyes saw beauty they had never seen,
so mysterious and delicate this foreign Queen,
seductive and distant with charms unseen.

Invited to an audience within the walls,
how could I not reply to this royal call,
these affairs tend towards a chaotic squall,
a chance to meet a Queen in her Great Hall.

“Lord Pagan of Poetica, I'm pleased to meet you,
its so nice for me to personally greet you”.
Her soft voice designed just to defeat you,
her ravishing beauty on show to unseat you.

With reddened cheeks I was able to say
“Its my pleasure indeed to meet you this day,
though the ground is cold and the sky is grey,
your presence brings the warm sun my way”.

My charm raised a blush and a smile,
she was happy to tarry with me awhile,
in the gardens we must have walked a mile,
her suitors barely concealing jealousy and bile.

Then Queen Lyenna whispered a secret to me,
she was waiting for a man from across the sea,
until he came she would hold on with assurity,
to her chastity, her love and her purity.

Her confidence in me was by no means assuaged,
but her secret I keep dear like an animal caged,
as deep within a raw and primal fire still raged,
I felt this moment could not have been better staged.

Her shy request to become my lover,
gifting to me what she would give no other,
my desire and lust I could no longer cover,
my heart was hers, no longer for another.

Disillusioned with the men in her land,
refusing them all she had made her stand,
not acquiescing to what her father planned,
the smile in her eyes said “I've got my man”.


From 'Selected Works'
by Lord Pagan of Poetica


© Pagan Paul (08/02/18)
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 Feb 2018
Traveler
Dear Lovely Sofia

Drawn into your forest garden
I chase your flicking lights
Your's are unlike any other
Shrouded in shadows of life
Mythical, magical being you are
Such a heavy spell you cast
I am but a weary Traveler
Approaching home at last
All good dreams
And all such wonders
Are waiting at your door
I would journey
A million miles
To be with you
Forevermore
.....
Traveler Tim
 Feb 2018
John Alex
Keep your car keys, love
'Cause we won't be using wheels
We will be dreaming
 Feb 2018
Savannah Muller
when he looks at you the way you look at him it must be a sign.
when you speak to him the way he speaks to you, there must be something between you.
when you hang around him the way he hangs around you, it must be true.
when you get that uncomfortable feeling when you stare at his dreamy eyes for a while, it has to come soon.
when love finds you it will hit you with it and you will feel special and like your the luckiest girl in the world once more.
I think I am in love with something. coz all the words above says it all.. any suggestions to help me please comment below.
 Feb 2018
Hanafuda
It's not about love, nor about hate;
It's about you and me, together;
About the things around us,
Which are not yet written under the stars;
About death and sun, moon and life.

We were lost in the world by loving;
We were mad and drunk in love,
Flying in the high sky, without questioning,
Not trying to run away.
We were one.

We resist the abyss, concurring the exile,
Seeing the other par of the world,
Being engaged by death,
Entombed by marriage.
For those who see the love in the world
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