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Her King: A Poem

The darkness was everywhere,
Hiding her from view.
No one could see her,
Not that she wanted them too.

She walked the lonely road alone,
Not a soul was around.
Her feet kicked the rubble,
That layered the ground.

The world she once knew,
Now lay at her feet.
Her evil plan,
Was now complete.

But this was not what she wanted,
It was all wrong.
He was meant to be here,
Ruling beside her as King.

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Starlight: A Poem

It is very quiet this night
Too quiet for me.
There are no people in sight
No one that I can see.

I usually enjoy the stillness
I find peace in the calm.
But today silence means illness
Disease has come to our farm.

I’m too afraid to leave my room
Afraid of what I’ll find.
In the morning, chaos will resume
But for now, I’m safe inside my mind.

It is very quiet this night
In the glow of the starlight.

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The Music: A Poem

I close my eyes as the music starts to play,
The sound is beautiful to my ear.
On these occasions I feel like I’m floating,
For the music is all I can hear.

As the music plays through the night,
Countless images start to form.
I see myself dancing on snow and ice,
Or fighting against a vicious storm.

I see myself in a faraway place,
And walking through a town.
I see myself in the wide, blue sea,
Trying not to drown.

I see myself sleeping on a soft cloud,
As the pixies point and stare.
I watch the beautiful, young mermaid,

I see myself sleeping on a soft cloud,
As the pixies point and stare.
I watch the beautiful, young mermaid,
Comb her long, blonde hair.

I see the wondrous fairies,
Smile and dance in the light.
I laugh at the moles underground,
Complaining that it’s too bright.

I pat the white fur coat,
Of a smiling polar bear.
I see a man and a woman start to dance,
Without a single a care.

A sadness builds up inside me,
As the music comes to an end.
But I know that it will return soon,
For the music is my best friend.

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Haunted Dreams: A Poem

Whispers echo through my mind
breaking down a shattered wall
I built it once to save myself
a promise I would never fall.

Little words can mean so much
and tear out a person’s heart
‘I love you’ means the greatest thing
until the meaning comes apart.

Through my twisted thoughts
not a single truth passes
and every moment moving faster
as the life before me crashes.

My heart aches more with every beat
blood flowing thick and strong
my cries search out in darkness
like an untold heartbreak song.

You took all that remained of me
shattered heart and darkened soul
I believed the words you said to me
my pain now burdened as the toll.

If I could savour one last wish
to cleanse myself of what may seem
my only choice flow’s crimson red
and leads me into haunted dreams.

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Christmas: A Poem

Mistletoe is hanging from the ceiling,
A wreath is covering the door.
Everything is red, green and gold,
There are Christmas decorations galore.

The Christmas tree sits in the corner,
With many presents on the floor.
Just waiting for that winter morning,
When the children cease to snore.

That cold, winter’s morning,
The children will be keen.
They will dash down the stairs,
To discover that Santa has been.

The yells and cries of excitement,
Will echo through the space.
As they rip open the wrapping paper,
As if it is a race.

The parents will love watching,
Although tired from Christmas Eve.
For they know it won’t be long,
Until their children no longer believe.