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Briar, briar, twisted tight
remember well that fateful night,
spell of death turned into hope -
you briars were the cunning rope
that guarded all the waiting days
until he could penetrate your maze.
Eldritch magic, both dark and fair
are twined into her raven hair -
a vow of death was wrought and spun
but twisted in the rising sun
to turn the dark into days of light,
briar, briar, twisted tight.
Look where she lies, asleep alone,
while father slumbers on his throne,
and scullery maids sleep on their brooms
and spiders dream while at their looms,
but you, the briars, guarding all,
give way at last to true love's call.
You will not stop him this fair night,
briar, briar, twisted tight -
as his lips touch hers, the spell is done
your thorns will vanish in the sun,
and when the castle wakes from its rest,
your leaves will adorn her wedding dress.
remember well that fateful night,
spell of death turned into hope -
you briars were the cunning rope
that guarded all the waiting days
until he could penetrate your maze.
Eldritch magic, both dark and fair
are twined into her raven hair -
a vow of death was wrought and spun
but twisted in the rising sun
to turn the dark into days of light,
briar, briar, twisted tight.
Look where she lies, asleep alone,
while father slumbers on his throne,
and scullery maids sleep on their brooms
and spiders dream while at their looms,
but you, the briars, guarding all,
give way at last to true love's call.
You will not stop him this fair night,
briar, briar, twisted tight -
as his lips touch hers, the spell is done
your thorns will vanish in the sun,
and when the castle wakes from its rest,
your leaves will adorn her wedding dress.
Literature
Writer's Block
my mind
is as b l a n k as this page
unmotivated
uninspired
i talk to the walls
[but they never talk to me]thoughts scattered, words wasted
my mind
sits |isolated| in my room
it cannot see through this horrible disease
i am
shipwreckeddrowning in the
Literature
The Rose
She hugs her rough skin,
As her auburn hair cascades,
Like Blood,
Around her face.
She is the romance found
In a forbidden embrace,
A fairytale ending in a
Fatal finger prick.
She has died many times
At the cruelty of other women's hands,
But she is not defenseless,
Underneath her blushing beauty,
She hides deceit and betrayal,
For every curious man.
Literature
Skyblood.
Even though stars are fire, the bridges of their constellations are never burnt away.
[Unlike our love, which died with an 'outoutbriefcandle'.]
The moon changes but wolves never cease their loyal howling.
[Everlasting, they are.]
The stellar heavens are clear during the day but bloom diamonds in the night.
[You didn't stay to see me shine either.]
The sky bleeds harsh red and soft purple when loud sunrays pierce their gentle melodies.
[I bled too.]
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This is based, of course, on the end of the Sleeping Beauty story. It's a revision and expansion of an old poem of mine called "End of the Quest," my second deviation posted here [link]
I think it's the better version. But I'll decide that later.
I think it's the better version. But I'll decide that later.
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I agree with =GwenavhyeurAnastasia. I was personally thinking of making 'until' > 'till' too.