As I stand on these rocks and look up at the stars, I can't help but wish you were beside me once again. Your fur brushing against mine, my tail twining with yours. The longer I stare at the stars; pinpricks of light in the dark, the closer you seem. like you walked Down from silver pelt and are standing next to me. But I know that won't happen. Maybe one day m constellation will brush her fur of starlight against yours, and our tails; streaks of light, will twine, and I won't be so lonely
Until the stars have blinked their last
Wherever on this earth you walk
He will arouse, excite, inspire
My valentine, my one dark fire
Sisters four with poisoned breath
Bring to the land a long slow death
But death comes quickly if you dare
To find each sisters hidden lair
Their songs like secret rivers flow
To hold the peril deep below
And if at last their voices cease
The land will find a final piece.
A drop of red on cold white. The harsh bite of a chill wind whistles in my ears. Pain, searing pain, and shining red on snow. Got to keep going but it's hard. A trail of crimson teardrops follow me in a ruby, snaking line down from the mountains. But I can stand the pain, for it is nothing like the pain inside my heart.
As the sun set on the horizon, the darkness seals off My soul
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Just a sample of some things I've created
PoetryThese are poems of many things, loss, love, pain, the land, and my world.