Written by Salem, to her family.
Hold out your hand, my kind winter child,
grasp contentment in midst of these storms.
Come sit on my lap, closely whisper of gifts,
with your Father and sisters, keep warm.
My gentlest of children, so subtle, yet bright,
let the fire ablaze, make heavy your eyes.
So happy to sit, and watch, and wonder,
Tis' perfect a plan on a cold Christmas night.
She's hiding in green, behind the tree,
always moving, always growing with laughter.
With a spring in her step, and song on her lips,
and no cares to whatever comes after.
"And what would you like, my dewy-eyed daughter?"
Her answer was puzzling, yet plain.
"I'd like to see some, of the magic which comes,
from seeds, a little dirt, and some water..."
Don't get too close - you'll melt like the snow!
But calidity and light draws her near.
She stares at the flames, gives each of them names,
The heat is her friend; to her, one most dear.
"Fireflies!" She exclaims, my question unfinished.
A wish which requires some magic!
In one glass jar, is suspended four tiny stars,
whose light is never diminished.
Last, but not least, I turned to the child,
adorned in browns, oranges, and reds.
A coat? Some candy? I attempted to guess;
Or maybe a crown, of leaves for her head?
"Mommy", she spoke, the light fading sheer,
With intensity her eyes struck as wind,
"I wish we all could celebrate forever,
so Happy Endings would have no End."
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RWBY: pOum
PoetryA collection of poetry based on each character of the series RWBY by Monty Oum. Each poem is written from a specific character's point of view within the canon story. Cover photo courtesy of Guardian Blade - https://aminoapps.com/c/infjsanctuary/pag...
