
A Spark Of Ire
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The Princess
The waters glisten, the wind hits my face
I wish the memory of you was gone without a trace
The wolf’s steely gaze never leaves my mind’s eye
How foolish I was to trust your lie
You were the blue-eyed boy in the shadows
I was your high and you became my low
I sail aboard a white ship to a lush island
I long to venture to the green highlands
The sun beats down on my pale skin as I hike
Being alone in nature is something I quite like
I reach the summit, standing high above every hill
I gaze at the bright horizon, so much of life is left to live still
The Dragon
I hear your silent call, kindred soul
Your inner voice spoke loudest when going west was your goal
My home is in the rainforest where you hope to wander
You know danger lurks everywhere – that you no longer ponder
You were but a child when I first felt your dear heart
You have been wounded on your journey, yet you call it art
I sense your wild spirit and how it craves the best
One day your heart will glow warm within your chest
I hope you will continue searching for me
You are so close so please don’t flee
There will always be wolves on the hunt for prey
Those who are a level below you will try to scatter your way
How near you are, so near
I wonder if my closeness is what you fear
I hope you breathe in my fire
Then I will drink of your ire
Deep within that soft nature is righteous anger
It is beautiful, a wonderful flavour
Wonderful poem. ❤
Thank you, Chris. 😊❤️
That photo is glorious – it sets the background for the wonderful poem 🙂
Thank you. 😊