"cottege" poems
Sat her castle, cold and dark
Upon the jagged hill
Surrounded by the deepest wood
Where seemed the time stood still
There in the wood a cottege sat
Of neat and propper trim
None should dare to enter there
The wood belonged to him
Both existed in a solitude
and lived within their ways
He locked himself away each night
She did the same each day
She had been of noble birth
A Barroness title to her name
Yet a brief encounter late one night
Her blood it left to taint
He'd been a hunter most all his life
and held a trackers skill
But he was bitten late one night
of the wolf he thought he'd killed
An age has passed since that time
and each lived on their own
Far away from mortal eyes
Carrying their curse alone
Til the night she walked the wood
Farther than she'd ever been
And came upon the cottege door
and carefully stepped in
A thunderous roar, it launched at her
poised to the attack
She bared her fangs and glared at it
As the chains had held it back
The Vampress and The Wolf's eyes met that night
both glowing green and red
What could have been destruction both
Something magical happened instread
The moon now hid behind the clouds
and showed his human form
A flame ignited in her cold dead heart
Her body began to warm
Seeing clear her beauty held
His rage did quickly melt
His heart beat fast, His mind consumed
by these new emotions felt
And now the castle, nor the wood
seemed as dark nor cold
As the Vampress and the Wolf
had eachother to hold
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May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 4:02 AM UTC
As I walk along the water front,
in my own little world...
I would sometimes count the footprints,
and then I'd turn with a quick swirl...
Picking up colored glass,
for mom to put in her plants...
and somtimes I'd find a perfect shell,
that wasn't covered with ants...
Dead fish, here and there,
they washed up on the shore...
You'd think you saw the last one,
and ooops there would be many more...
On my way back, in the field I would go,
to pick mom some flowers, for that's where they grow...
Summers at the cottege, when I was very young,
I had to use my imagination for making my fun...
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 5:11 PM UTC