A Paladins imagination.


Labrynth by M.A.Meddings

In darkling hours
I came at length
To the flowered forest
And entered the labrynth
There I took rest
Beside a hidden glade
In the morning
As I awoke
I found a pretty girl
kneeling at my side
Tending my wounds
And asked of her name
I am 'The little flower'
Of the forest deep
And I come
Dear Knight
To bring kind words
In your hour
Of darkness
And at that moment
As the labrynthian girl
Vanished
My wounds were
Healed



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Written on 2006-08-17 at 18:56

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Alas
Magical. The image that is conveyed through lovely simplicity and graceful use of language is seen through a filtered lense of a far off time when magic was prevalent. A slice of fantasy captured very poetically.
2006-11-09


Kathy Lockhart
I sigh for this is a most tender, lovng, romantic piece of poetry. Oh how I missed your romantic writings. Palidin dreams! The soft smooth flow caresses this reader like silk. xx kathy
2006-08-18



Romantic!!!
Is "the little flower of the forest deep" a Linnea? I'm not sure you have Linneas in England...
2006-08-17


night soul woman The PoetBay support member heart!
I like this poem! Mystical!
2006-08-17