Fireflies dance in the starlight,
                              Rain slips solemly from the sky,
                              And Mothers tuck their children into warm beds.
                              Nature sleeps, but she is awake.
                              Back up against a tree,
                              With a flower in her hand,
                              Her heart and soul soar with the fireflies.
                              Soars with the hope that her prince will come,
                              Her hero will return to love her; 
                              Protect her and care like the others should have.
                              
                              Across the land,
                              A mighty stallion charges over a landscape of
                              Fear and Battle and Blood.
                              A storm follows, threatening and gaining.
                              An army of Nature with a cruel sense of humor,
                              It's goal set on 
                              Breaking two fragile hearts.
                              Thunder does not sway his heartstrings,
                              Which tug him towards the one he loves.
                              Singing with the fireflies,
                              He rides.
                              
                              Fifty lands cannot defy love.
                              It lasts till Nature's clock stops ticking
                              Bone and flesh may wither and die,
                              But for an eternity their souls
                              Dance with the fireflies
                              In a heaven of Daydream
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                              Quick little chappie that I've had lying around for a while. Huge thank you to everyone who's still here! I know that poetry isn't my strong suite, but I hope you enjoy these anyways. Once again, THANK YOU!!
                                      
                                          
                                   
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Lonely Thoughts
Poetry~technically, every day is leg day when you're running away from your problems~ ((alternatively titled: please enjoy my laughable poetry.))
 
                                               
                                                  