First part of a series of poems
To a room where I stop
I open the door
Red roses cover the floor
In the centre stands a bed
As the sunset tints it red
I move over and lie down
Black locks surround me,
a darkened crown
As night descends
And day ends
Through the window I watch a crow
Gliding through the falling snow
The moonlight a silver stream
I fall asleep and start to dream
He comes to me, his lips descend
On mine
I wish this moment would never end
He whispers my name
And starts a game
Of passion and love
As stars shine above
Poetry by Christabel
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Written on 2005-12-10 at 21:28
Tags Romantic Fantasy Series
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Fantasy Part One: Tower Room
Staircases winding to the topTo a room where I stop
I open the door
Red roses cover the floor
In the centre stands a bed
As the sunset tints it red
I move over and lie down
Black locks surround me,
a darkened crown
As night descends
And day ends
Through the window I watch a crow
Gliding through the falling snow
The moonlight a silver stream
I fall asleep and start to dream
He comes to me, his lips descend
On mine
I wish this moment would never end
He whispers my name
And starts a game
Of passion and love
As stars shine above
Poetry by Christabel
Read 1085 times
Written on 2005-12-10 at 21:28
Tags Romantic Fantasy Series
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