NationStates Jolt Archive

A Horse

A whispering whinny echoes forth
A-Flittering a-flurrying a whistling away
A horse held highly paws groundwards whilst at pause
A corridor not cluttered nor clearer than day
A rider riding wherever he may
A whisper, cajolement, caressing hand on her mane
A horse unleashed charges gaily away
A corridor crack'd unto gay green grandness
A valley contained under courageous fastness
Ere the mountain
And under its sway.

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The Hall of Stories

Tremble
Whisper
Track lost and fell
To running feet
Is winters creeping call
Snow-topped hill
And trembling toes
Burning fires
And tales of ill
Whispering wind
And trembling hands
Yet better timing there is not
For stories sung on warm soft sands.

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A Lament for the Trees

Fingertips rampant and running a-range
Clasping and grasping and cracking
Rocks as dust wither before thy might
Water thy strength
And inspiring thy sight

Claws uplifted
Decorated with trickling light
To and fro drifting
Scraping and sifting
Taking thy strength from the air

Singing soft sad songs of yore
Yet sundered far from those memories though
Thine rough guarding wall be tough and thine height abound
Thou art but young
For the old have ceased
To be.