Masked RichesA Poem by Kylie SpringAre the things you yearn for in life really what you should be yearning for?
The haunted realm
of forgotten dreams, broken hearts and crippled sunshine beams. The earth is mossy but the trees are bare; dull and twisted 'round the Elvin lair. Sparkling chimes have played, diamonds and rubies glinted, but it's all an illusion- the Evil around you is tinted. Oh, every human is tempted to enter this enticing place, but it's too late when they realize the reality of it's malicious face. Onyx is turned to coal, pearls are turned to stone, the creatures dance and taunt you, you do nothing but moan. "I was tempted," You sputter. You are human, after all; and you run to snatch up the rubies that line the wall. The creatures shake their heads, laughing, exasperated at your lust. "We could let you live," They grimace, "But death is a must." You try and give the rubies back but they stick to you like glue. "Oh woe is me!" You cry, down falls not one tear, but two. Eyes peer from behind trees, snakes slither under the moss, to see the trial that you have already lost. Money, jewels, and fancy riches; yet you still can't find the strength to admit your glitches. You try to run but your ankles are tied; everything around you has changed- the forest has died. No sunshine peeks through (the sky is dark as night), even the stars seem to fade over this wonderful fright. You glance at past victims names, carved into a tree, and realize now it's only you; there is no more 'we'. "I didn't mean to!" You plead, but it's not enough to save you from coveting all of that stuff. The ground below you opens and you stumble through... tell me reader, do you want this to happen to you?
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3 Reviews Added on February 10, 2015 Last Updated on February 10, 2015 AuthorKylie SpringVancouver, CanadaAboutMy name is Kylie. I am an aspiring writer and teacher. I enjoy Medieval / Victorian / British literature, although I write with a more modern-English tone. Feel free to send me a read request - .. more..Writing
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