Showing posts with label tower. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tower. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 10, 2018

FANTASY


FANTASYI dream of a placeWhere time stands still.Petals fly from trees,A pink hue cast on all.Climb the stairs to the castle,Where fantasies come to life.The warm breeze carries musicOn swirling rainbows of light.Pretty maidens dance in circlesAround the courtyard of flowers.Men become drunk on gigglesAnd flirty stares cast their way.Who is the ruler of this paradise?It is I, the dreamer of dreams.
(Source: sennenkoi)


FANTASY

I dream of a place
Where time stands still.
Petals fly from trees,
A pink hue cast on all.
Climb the stairs to the castle,
Where fantasies come to life.
The warm breeze carries music
On swirling rainbows of light.
Pretty maidens dance in circles
Around the courtyard of flowers.
Men become drunk on giggles
And hide away in their towers.
Who is the ruler of this paradise?
It is I, the dreamer of dreams.
 

Monday, February 27, 2017

TOWERING


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Cover me with leaves.
Shade me with your glory.
Heights towering above.
A protective cocoon.

Wednesday, May 4, 2016

FEAR AND HOPE

THE TOWER



A tower slim and tall.
What evil might befall?
I could now climb up there.
Without a thought or care.
It’s narrow and dark inside.
And nowhere at all to hide.
The windows let in some light.
But not much up to this height.
I’ve finally reached the top room.
I feel like I’m about to swoon.
I climbed the steep stairs much too fast.
I’m happy I’ve left this to last.
White dust covers the floor.
There seems to be much more.
Skulls and bones are in the middle.
I’m now in a pretty pickle.
If I don’t leave here fast.
I’ll be part of the past.
A shadow rises in the room.
The end has come for me too soon.

THE DARK




A light shines into my room.
What was dark is now light.
The spotlight has hit its mark.
My body cold and shivering on the bed.
Whispers fill the night air.
Footsteps follow in their wake.
Doors open down below.
It is too late to run or hide.
Too late to save myself from him.
He walks the night to find me.
His journey has come to an end.
And so has mine.
THE DEAD GAME

HAPPY AS A CLAM


Foam Lady by Andrea_Izzotti



I’m happy as a clam in the sea.
Why don’t you come in and join me?
The water is cold and so fine.
Come and be a new friend of mine.