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While My Pretty One Sleeps
Contributed by
Noelle
on
Monday, 25th November 2002 @ 02:00:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
DreamsandWishes
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In the garden...
AWAIT!---Silence.
The dead reach towards us.
Into the light we've come
my Brothers, my Sisters.
Black are they, their cloaks of velvet, swaying
as they drift with me to the window
and see my pretty one.
She sleeps with angels in golden rim
her hair of raven black.
Skin like cream, apon her cheeks
roses rest, her eyes dark amber.
Her lips of lucious pink shine in the pale
silvery light of the glass moon to smile
sweetly at me.
LOOK!--she speaks.
She speaks of safty.
She knows I am near.
LIGHT!--THE LIGHT!--
The angels look over to see me and mine
their eyes of beautiful firey blue and
hair of all colors: gold, fire, and night.
Their eyes seem like aqua rubies, their
wings, and skin, and garmets of the
brightest blinding pure white.
When they speak the speak in chords,
like magicial sirens in "The Oddessy" ready
to devour the evil me and mine possess.
They protect her, my pretty one, as she
sleeps.
Dressed in garmets from long ago I
raise my icy green animal eyes to the
angels and I smile so devilishly that
they form baracades around my pretty one.
I laugh and force the windows open
pouncing in like a cat, untamed and wild, but all the
same elegant.
Quickly I smile to stop in front of the angels
afraid to step near I wait.
They sing.--That horrid noise deafens
my ears but I proceed and throw my mark.
It lands at her head--my pretty one.
The angels sing in horror then swiftly I drift out
with mine before the angels can stop me.
She is marked "mine" and only HE can save
her.
HE, the One she never forgot and never will forget
but she must remember this for the false
love will do her no good.
HE, the One, is her link with the angels.
The bargin is done--the angels have
their part. I have me and mine--but to
see who wins is the key.
Now while the angels rest at her feet,
limbs, side, and overhead I watch
my pretty one sleep--she is slightly disturbed.
My half has begun--first by a dream.
Her cries for help turn to soft smiles as
HE enters her mind.--She hasn't forgotten.
HE has saved her.
And in the shadows of the night me
and mine watch.
All this while my pretty one sleeps.
---Katie Rockett
Copyright ©
Noelle
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2002-11-25 02:00:00]
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Re: While My Pretty One Sleeps
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by LOWMAN613 on
Monday, 25th November 2002 @ 12:21:26 PM AEST
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| Katie this was a very beautiful poem,I loved how you wrote this! Never loose your faith,and keep trusting in his beliefs! Christina |
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