The Wind by KobaltWolf
The wind gallops to and fro,
Across my face does it blow,
It whistles so wistful and ripples the roses,
Twisting the clouds in all sorts of poses.
The Forest by KobaltWolf
The forest begotten,
Of the seed,
It stands in glory,
Immortal indeed,
The wind and rain carry no shock,
A home for Oberon and for Puck.
The forest forgotten,
Out of sight,
Daunting, unwanting,
Full of spite,
Trails wind, sour and twisting,
No star to guide,
Treacherous, angry, alone in the night.
The forest rotten,
To the core,
Life is fleeting,
But maybe more,
Though it stood immortal,
In its glory,
The forest fades to just a story.
The Moth by KobaltWolf
When you stay up late and read at night,
With your lamp turned on and shining bright,
A moth will come and fling itself,
At the window above your bookshelf.
Its feathery gray wings blurring might,
It crashes again and again at height,
Trying to reach the lamp and sweet heat,
When they are obviously not to meet.
But why?
To feel one shred of comfort?
To know its not alone in the night?
Or is it to feel that single spark of contentment when it reaches its goal.
Three Cats by KobaltWolf
I once met a man with three cats,
Who said cats lie only on mats,
The cats snubbed three noses,
Unsheathed three toeses,
By morning his car had three flats.
Madeleine by KobaltWolf
There once was a girl named Madeleine,
Who would sit all day and cry and whine,
Her parents would send her to her room,
But they couldn't seem to end her fume.
They wore earplug and earmuff,
Earwing and eartuft,
And closed her door and locked it tight,
And covered their ears with pillows at night,
Madeleine would whine and cry and shout,
But no one would come and get her out.
"I'll be quiet, I promise! Let me out, I implore!"
She cried--too late--and wasn't heard from anymore.
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