Jun 2013
Like fireflies against a black curtain,
The stars dance around the snowy-white moon.
Glowing brightly, like a lunar wild fire,
The full moon shines down on a field of purity.
Heavenly white blooms shimmering silver,
Like teardrops, they sparkle and shine.
A small gust blows and gentle chimes are heard;
The sweet melody of the majestic flowers.
Bittersweet thorns and melancholy leaves
Sway as if dancing in the striking moonlight.
'Tis the song heard in the field of the Twilight Rose.
The stars dance around the snowy-white moon.
Glowing brightly, like a lunar wild fire,
The full moon shines down on a field of purity.
Heavenly white blooms shimmering silver,
Like teardrops, they sparkle and shine.
A small gust blows and gentle chimes are heard;
The sweet melody of the majestic flowers.
Bittersweet thorns and melancholy leaves
Sway as if dancing in the striking moonlight.
'Tis the song heard in the field of the Twilight Rose.
I wrote this AGES ago back in November 2009. I don't write poetry very often at all anymore, though I used to now and then back in the day. Mainly because it was easier to get away with writing then it was to get away with drawing, though eventually, my teachers left me be, noticing that I was drawing to sate my ADHD and that I got good grades either way.
So this was based on a ****** doodle I made years ago... lol. Maybe some day I'll redraw it? *shrugs*
Hope you like it, if anyone ends up reading it <3 (I used so many adjectives, wow, lol)
So this was based on a ****** doodle I made years ago... lol. Maybe some day I'll redraw it? *shrugs*
Hope you like it, if anyone ends up reading it <3 (I used so many adjectives, wow, lol)
