Entering the empty hall
extending far before my eyes
this place has been forgotten
dust is covering its ground.
Letting out a deep silent sigh
gently my eyelids fall
music starts to play, laughter fills the room
it’s time, the ball has just begun.
Opening myself up to the masquerade
gentlemen in black costumes
bowing to the floor, welcoming me in
ushering me to hurry up and find my man.
Masks covering their identities
couples dancing on my left and right
These, and the last couple of fairy tales I've been posting, are for a comilation entitled, "Ordinary Tales of Extraordinary Nature." Of late, I have been annoyed at the lack of good fantasy in the writing sphere of today (excluding AP, of course!), so these little stories are my response to the listless and dark fantasies you find in a bookstore. My tales, like E. Nesbit's short fairy stories, may or may not have a moral; however, I wouldn't wish my morals to be apparent, for when I was a child, I hated when someone was trying to teach me something.
once apon a time, a phrase, a trap.
to snare a reader, even mayhap
to draw you in to hear a tale
of long ago, behind the veil of time
a story, a legend, to tell to hear.
listen now and turn thy ear
to a story of knights and princesses fair
we fly through time, we fall through air.
*A/N* strictly speaking unfinished, but I kind of like it :)
I know I'm going out on a limb here, since this tale isn't finished. But I fully intend to finish it, even if it does take a while. This was the 2010 NaNoWriMo novel I started, but never got far because I was trying to finish another story. If anything seems confusing, please tell me about it. I've written it in a way where not everything is going to be explained right off, but if you have any questions, please ask me :) Hope ya'll enjoy it, and the next chapter should be up soon
Chapter One
Secrets, Secrets!
The meal was over, and Danid was still motionless by the cooling embers of the fire.
Rynere got to her feet -slowly, because she was still sore.
"I want to take a walk."
Kace assented. Kyndran inevitably disagreed.
"Do you remember anything from yesterday? The archer, the kekali or whatever -why would you want to -"
"There's no harm in it," Kace grinned. "Kekailas are nocturnal, never about during the day. And have no fear, that archer is long gone."
"'Gone' meaning what?" Kyndran asked suspiciously.
Far from being fathomless
I wouldn't hazard a second guess
at the truest nature,
yours or mine,
I've seldom seen the two align.
Still nothing more could we ask
than to take ourselves to task,
for whatever result,
whether good or bad,
we still run far and fast.
To distant lands we scatter,
forget the former, on the latter!
There's nothing lovely,
no beauty keen,
that could make the distance matter.
Note: All right this is very different from the poetry I usually write and was wondering what others thought about it. Those around me that are familiar and comfortable with my poetry style are a little confused by this piece. To help explain without ruining other's interpretations, this is a metaphorical piece on my journey with Jesus through His Spirit that works in my life. Let me know your thoughts! Thanks!