Past the moon light
over the tall knoll
under the bows of the mighty
exists a pond
steaming from the warmth of the day
like glass the water is still
it is the stage for countless fireflies
that dance with the evening chill
there on the grandstand
lives the olympian
who gently glides
in silent elegance
looping under ribbons of light
she is the matriarch
of this small kingdom
tucked on the edge of timber
it is here a figure appears
she is not alone
peering from behind the steam
his eyes gleamed
slowly following the white
he examines her majesty
transfixed on ever feather
he watched
feeling strange
he saw what lies before him
a shape yet odd
her glowing feathers she spread
bathed in moon light
her body ached
twisted and full
wings to arms
feathers to curves
beak to full rose
eyes to blue
her hair flowed a gray stream
covering her subtle *******
he fell to his knees
eyes wide
hidden in spring fed grass
his eyes following the slight shadows
of her neck
pass the barren of her belly
down through taut slender legs
he confessed, he declared
that she was his
the maiden now notice
the eyes of another
demands he reveals thy self
from toe to tip
the stunned man stepped
a man of no work or duty
nor rich or fame
he stepped into view
a peasant
her ice blue eyes
weave through his features
their eyes met
and as if fated
they fell at first glance
Apr 11, 2012
Apr 11, 2012 at 10:25 PM UTC
Past the moon light
over the tall knoll
under the bows of the mighty
exists a pond
steaming from the warmth of the day
like glass the water is still
it is the stage for countless fireflies
that dance with the evening chill
there on the grandstand
lives the olympian
who gently glides
in silent elegance
looping under ribbons of light
she is the matriarch
of this small kingdom
tucked on the edge of timber
it is here a figure appears
she is not alone
peering from behind the steam
his eyes gleamed
slowly following the white
he examines her majesty
transfixed on ever feather
he watched
feeling strange
he saw what lies before him
a shape yet odd
her glowing feathers she spread
bathed in moon light
her body ached
twisted and full
wings to arms
feathers to curves
beak to full rose
eyes to blue
her hair flowed a gray stream
covering her subtle *******
he fell to his knees
eyes wide
hidden in spring fed grass
his eyes following the slight shadows
of her neck
pass the barren of her belly
down through taut slender legs
he confessed, he declared
that she was his
the maiden now notice
the eyes of another
demands he reveals thy self
from toe to tip
the stunned man stepped
a man of no work or duty
nor rich or fame
he stepped into view
a peasant
her ice blue eyes
weave through his features
their eyes met
and as if fated
they fell at first glance
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