A very nearly kiss,
for a broken hearted girl...
She visits an exotic lady, who exists as a fearsome creature....
Her kind are rumored to be evil, vicious children of night...
But our exotic lady means no harm...
and words of advice fall from her tongue...
she tells the broken hearted sidhe a tale...
An icy vanilla castle....
haunted by the shadow of a beautiful machine...
The mechanical heart of a vain and jealous woman...
killing the lovers of Forever's king...
Elders that curse the court for their blinded eyes... the circus is led by the heavy hearted ringmaster...
One man's wish to be driven to madness, ever increasing as he quests for true freedom...
Death drapes the Leanan Sidhe like an empress's finest silks...
She fears for her own.
and hates that she is to be the cause of another's...
To forgive the troupe, the king must die.
Must give up his guilty heart to a woman, and then leave his love behind.
And the broken girl sees...
that its different now...
Because she knows the story, behind it all...
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Well... okay then, here is another poem written for Finvarra's Circus, dedicated to Distantdreamer, heavily influenced by the latest chapter. I suggest you read the book if you haven't, because it is excellent. The cover of the book is on the side, I dont own it obviously.
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Imitations of Immortality
PuisiPoety. I guess that makes me a poetess, or a Lady Poet. They both sound funny. I like to be called storyteller, world-builder, bard. I tell stories in epics, and legends in rhyme. They are all futile attempts, as it is merely clumsy poet's song. Tho...
