A Thousand WordsA Poem by LunarSong Just read it :)
They say a picture
Is worth a thousand words. Perhaps that saying Strikes a chord. But let me paint you a picture, With my words fair, An image dark and brooding But as light as air. Every picture has a hidden story, Every fairy-tale does too, Even though words expound Still read between the lines, will you? Golden light filters through The emerald leaves high up. By the gurgling brook the maiden Drinks with her crystal cup. Her clothes are simple, But her skin seems to glow. Her brown hair's plain, Yet dances while the wind blows. How she came to drink from crystal Is almost a mystery. The whole world seems to sing At how one so fair lives so simply. The bees are humming softly Drinking sickly sweet nectar, Enjoying the vibrant wild flowers. A breathtaking scene for any spectator. The sun is on the part of it's journey Where the sky is almost red. Shadows have started falling, And creatures start preparing for bed. A laugh rests on the maiden's lips A song around her lies, Which melody her voice imparted And never dies. Hidden in the dark shadows The maiden's "prince" stands The sight of her stole his breath, "Go," the wind demands. He's dressed as plain as she is, But his brow marks him a king. There's a smile in his eyes, His lips ready to sing. There's an odd thing in his hand, Two delicious, juicy orange spheres. With one last long look Finally he nears. And now my picture advances, The maiden sees her "prince." They eat the wondrous fruit And in the river rinse. The water's as clear as her glass, Cool and refreshing The brook and wind sound so happy, Just like the maiden and her new ring. The sun's light hits it, A pretty glistening silver band The couple admire it As her prince kisses her hand. The maiden refills her goblet, Solemnly bids him to drink. Refusal he has not in mind (He can hardly think!) It's said happines comes to those Who from the clear crystal drink- False or true I know not- So to his lips he placed it's brink. The water quenches his thirst, Fills his soul with hope. Though pasts may be troubling There's no reason to mope. The sun is now setting, They patiently await the stars. Bright Venus will show first And maybe they'll see Mars. They both make a wish On the first twinkling star to appear. Full of perfect bliss Together they calmly stare.
Under Orion's watchful plight The maiden and her prince lay, The are promised to each other Neither can wait 'till May As the bright moon rises They painfully stretch their legs And make their way back Though "stay" the forest begs. Under Diana's bright silver light They tread the trampled, worn path. Through the trees is seen Their town, in preparation for an enemy's wrath. A scout comes running, salutes them both. "Themus," he addresses the maiden's prince "We can expect them at dawn." He says with a slight wince. The maiden's prince is no more, The sober warrior returns. His expression becomes grim The light in his eyes burns. Knowledge shines in his eyes Gained from trial and pain. The maiden stares in his earnest eyes With a grim smile, it starts to rain. He studies his maiden, his virgin "Samay, go home, get some sleep," He says, as a commander to soldier And her lover still to keep. She nods her head, With some farewells, Makes her way home Where her family dwells. She holds herself tall, Accustomed to strife. Though who knows if they'll make it, She and who she was to wife. "Father," she says evenly, "The scout says they'll arrive at dawn." Her father surveyes her gravely, Then does his best to stiffle a yawn. "Then we shall prepare for battle. There will be no rest this night." He turns to his four sons Dimly lit in the candle light. They all fetch their weapons, Make haste to sharpen their swords, While Samay polishes her bow, All with out a word. Rest is far from their minds, They've been preparing for days But there is still far to much To prepare for what the future lays. Samay takes her crystal cup, She holds it in the candle light, Carefully studying it from every angle. It was said to save them tonight. The goblet was created In an ancient kingdom's towers, There's many legends surrounding it Many tales about the goblet's powers. When the war came The elders saw it as a last chance To save their village And win this dance. They sent the two best warriors To retrieve it from the dark And bring it back To make hope spark Samay had been chosen For her fighting skills and her quick wit And also brave Themus Who never would quit. It was frot with dangers But they were brave and fought couragously And arrived home victors But not yet happily. They became betrothed, A light in the dark, In the pouring rains A buoyant ark. But she doesn't know what to do, What was the point of it all If she can't figure it out? The still might fall. She takes a deep breath, Closes her blue eyes, Clears her mind Removes all ties. She doesn't know what dawn will bring She doesn't know the cost, But the future's never as grim As it seems when you're first lost. She looks up and smiles, The chalice will bring hope. No battle's easily lost When you grasp on the rope. The battle makes it's way to them, But her aim's true, She raises the chalice high And suddenly she knew. It would give her loved ones courage It would give her strength It would turn her enemies around And cause them to flee a length. The tides turn in their favor Soon the battle's won. Relief shines on faces, Familiar faces lit by the sun. Here I find an end And leave you to compare. Please don't find me impertinent To leave no image here. Picture worth a thousand... © 2013 LunarSongAuthor's Note
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LunarSong?AboutI like writing (duh), reading (double duh), tv (who doesn't?), school (weird, right?), martial arts, stargazing, superheroes, reading wikipedia articles... er, just living. I enjoy living. The small t.. more..Writing
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