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Fields quiver along tectonic whispers,
deserts turn to paradise
Every time she caresses the ground.
Queen in white beneath crimson halos
diffusing maternal rays across the land.
In the morning she nurses,
in the evening she nurtures,
at night she waves the sun goodbye
already moving onto the next star.
deserts turn to paradise
Every time she caresses the ground.
Queen in white beneath crimson halos
diffusing maternal rays across the land.
In the morning she nurses,
in the evening she nurtures,
at night she waves the sun goodbye
already moving onto the next star.
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Unease
The world will face its early end
When scorn becomes the new trend
The remaining hope is our sense
Only we can save the world from its absence
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Magic Lesson
Magic Lesson
She had everything they thought they would need to impress a spell guild instructor. Robes, a hat and a staff. Of course, the robes had been tailored by the finest seamstress in the port of Chalserra, spun from fashionable blue silk and cloth of gold in spite of her flaming hair. The hat was wide brimmed and pointed. Mother had had a fit of how passé it was, but father had assured her that it was the proper style for a wizard and all of the household servants had agreed; not that that their opinions mattered to mother. The staff was of fine mahogany and topped with a ruby the size of a pigeons' egg, crafted by the apprentic
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The Witching Hours
Night climbs slowly up the spires
Tow’ring above still, silent streets.
At last have come the witching hours
When ghosts and goblins dare to meet!
The gargoyles and the ghouls all prance
In gutters where the children trod
At day before a yawning trance
Did send them to the Land of Nod
The witches trade potions for spells
To keep the creeping spiders out,
Much like farmers from green dells
Ask merchants, “How much for a dozen trout?”
The poltergeists ascend the towers
And sing like choirboys all the way,
Then fly to the bells and ring out the hours
Before night will be lost to day.
But alas, the dark must end sometime,
Th
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Ishtar Retrograding
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Ishtar Retrograding
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The first three lines really set up the power of the goddess character in this poem. If there's any part of the poem that feels out of place, it's "Queen in white beneath crimson halos / diffusing maternal rays across the land". They don't seem on level with the rest of the poem, but I do think that having lines there is important to transition from the previous part of the poem to the next. So it works. :')