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Sunday, September 16

Dear Dark Lycan - A Poem



Dear Dark Lycan...




The forest, a vast expanse,
Lost in the Guynd, *
Where the leaves dance,
To the whistling wind,

Her bare feet on wet earth,
Echo with mirth,
The wind tussles her hair,
A clandestine love affair.

The moon on silent water,
On a lake so wide,
A thousand eyes watch her,
From where the shadows hide.

Taken aback by surprise,
She gazes into the dark grey,
The light from her undying eyes,
Seem to say,

" Dear Dark Lycan,
Not a moment too soon,
Throw back your mane,
And howl at the moon. "

He the predator, she the prey,
Sharp teeth white, on a face grey,
On his skin, etched is the rune,
' We are the tribes of the moon. '


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* - Guynd (Pronounced: g-ind, Rhymes with 'wind')
Meaning: The Gaelic word for a high, marshy place.

3 Comments:

Blogger Anki said...

Mister arvind
that was breathtakingly beautiful

simply love it

Sun Sep 16, 07:46:00 PM  
Blogger Rini said...

Firstly, Guynd?? where did u find that word..lol
I love the imagery..all of my favs.. moon..water.
Ending was nice..classic You!

Mon Sep 17, 09:26:00 PM  
Blogger Da Rodent said...

hmmm.. thesaurus?

Wed Sep 19, 05:27:00 PM  

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