Dark Magic Queen
Magic is real,
Its origin unknown.
But its powers I have felt,
For I once had magic.
But magic is evil,
Dark and blinding,
Ripping souls off men,
Destroying their existence.
For it was once my strength,
But today my doom,
As my days of dark magic,
Haunts my existence.
THE QUEEN AND THE KINGSLAYER
Your words are smeared with lies,
But the rumours bear the truth.
Your loyalty is not in dispute,
For its existence never was.
Your actions I so detest,
And your ways I so condemn.
You tried to slay your King,
Now judgement shall befall you.
In my heart he is my King,
And my loyalty lies with him.
Nature is a phenom breathtaking by design,
An unsolved mystery perfect by existence,
Filled with wonders beyond human comprehension,
All unique and beautiful beyond human description.
For our first home is nature the magnificent phenom,
Green and bursting with energy and life,
Serene and filled with luxuries so divine,
Free from toxins and renewable by design.
THE CANDLES - A Poetic Love, Life and Death Story.
Two flaming candles lit up my candle.
Giving me a flame so shinning and bright.
Watching me burn slow and steady.
And guarding my flame from the blowing wind.
My base was weak, tender and shaky,
But firmly to the ground they braced me from falling,
Burning out their wax to build up my base,
So I could stand and ...