Love by Aaron Betson
Oh, I don't know what love is.
Love is something I can't describe.
I know I love my mom.
I also love my dad.
But I don't know what love is.
Love is something I can't describe.
Some people say they love ice cream,
But that's not really what love is.
I don't know what love is.
Love is something I can't describe.
Oh, love is something I can't describe.
La Vie De by Katie Day
Walked home in the rain today
No breeze, no sun, just rain
Caught the sound of music
J'aime la vie de la nature
Gave birth to an artistic splay
No logic, no limit, just art
Believe I've found a light
J'aime la vie de la création
Sat down and watched my mind play
No forces, no goal, just watched
Saw my thoughts flowed easy
J'aime la vie du serenity
Souls come from a distant day
No question, no request, just souls
Smiled as I knew them
J'aime la vie de l'amour
Sighed a breath as once I pray
No hurt, no dark, just breathe
Kissed my memories softly
J'aime la vie de moi
J'aime la vie de la nature
(I love the life of nature)
J'aime la vie de la création
(I love the life of creation)
J'aime la vie du serenity
(I love the life of serenity)
J'aime la vie de l'amour
(I love the life of love)
J'aime la vie de moi
(I love the life of me)
Friends by Charlene Enns
My friend, I love you dearly so
I hope you know this truth-
You accept me whole and treat me sweet
with loyalty and couth.
Laughter fills our time we share
and fondness fills our hearts
Merrily we meet each time
and Merry we do part
I love that I can call you
when I need a helping hand
You are there to help me
As you always understand
I love you like a sister-friend
a mentor and ally too-
I hope throughout our lives together
I am half the friend to you
Because I am free by J. Stephenson
I sat on my boots
And tied up the lift
The hair in my wind
Ignorance is bliss
Because I am free
I chose to be
Edge on the out
Just for me
The snow falls tiny
From the sky
My board under it
It's as if I can fly.
Manifestation by Darla Fitzgerald
Guardian Angels, essence of pure light
Given to you the moment of birth
Promise of God to shelter with their wings
Heavenly gates blessed open, leaving for flight
Protector of your hopes and wonders
Raises your spirits to soar on high
Loves you just the way you are
Angels in your life, sent from Heaven above
Dawn awakening you with their presence
Feelings of serenity that you are not alone
Always by your side, ever watching over you
God's love is realized in an angel's touch
Angels spreading their wings of peace and harmony
Gentle breezes letting you know they are near
Where there is love an angel will be singing
Your life is renewed with God's amazing grace
Angelic messengers revealing His divine wisdom
Souls discovering joy and feeling loving care
Faith and trust in God for we know it is true
Where heavenly angels dwell
Our dreams will be fulfilled
Daughter of the Dragons
I.
By day you wander with
the peasant-folk
filling jugs with water
Carrying them atop your raven-coloured head
stitching men’s work shirts with delicate pale fingers
giggling with village maidens
Flirting with the ironsmith’s apprentice as he gazes into
your crystalline eyes
By day you are the child of
the Daughter of a bard
the child of the son of a soldier
Your father carries a sword
And your mother cooks the stew
for the young warriors
the young hunters
training in the village army,
training to defend the land
against invaders and thieves
training to fight goblins and
ogres and trolls of all kinds
training to protect the unicorns
and training to slay the Dragons…
By day you are the Daughter of
of a hunter,
Daughter of the predator
But as the sun sets and night falls
you become the Daughter of the hunted…
By night you become the
hunted…
II.
The magician’s globe rises high
into the sky and to the woods you travel
silent and swift through the maze of oak
and ash and beech
weaving through the maze
of birch and thorn
Into the mountains on the
other side you journey
your crystalline eyes glowing
and your hair
becoming the wings which carry your
body into the night
Your clothing become the glittering scales
your nails become magnificent claws
your body swells thirteen times it’s size…
…And thirteen times again it swells
A dreadful shriek fills the valley between the Dragon Mountains
Convulsions, torturous and agonizing,
plague the expanding body and then the transformation
completes itself
III.
The Witching Hour is near
The soldiers hear the beastly cry
The moonlight glints off of scales
and swords alike
Through the woods the soldiers travel
on a path created by a raven-haired girl
You hear their silent footsteps
and you smell their determined fear
You await them with disciplined patience
Crouching in a crevice at the foot of the
brothering mountains
Your ebony armour hidden in the darkness
They sense your power
They hear your heartbeat and they can feel the heat
of your steaming breath but still they cannot see you
Closer and closer they creep until they are almost touching you
with their trembling shields and arrows
But still they do not see you
A soldier armoured in a fine Elven-crafted suit reaches out
to lean against a rock and he finds the smooth surface of a dragon’s scale
He cries out to his companions and they charge with swords raised
bows and arrows bouncing off of the impenetrable dragon-mail
You rise in the night roaring and spitting fire over the heads of the soldiers
so as not to kill them but only frighten
Your wings expand, touching the sides of either mountain
Underside exposed it is not the colour of the raven-scales but
a brilliant star-covered blue
The soldiers run from the majestic sight
running from the inferno above their heads
Running, all but one
who pulls an arrow back in his bow, and aims at your
crystalline heart
The arrow releases,
piercing the tender flesh of your belly and driving straight
into your dragon heart
Lashing your forepaw, talons enter flesh
and the soldier falls with you to the ground
Your dragon-self dissipates into the darkness
You are once more a raven-haired maiden
covered with the blood of a dragon and the blood of a soldier
A gentle hand lifts your head, cradling you in tender embrace
Lifting your gaze you find the face of an ironsmith’s apprentice
Your hand reaches up and touches his blood-soaked chest
He presses his lips onto your own
and his tears trickle down onto your cheek
IV.
By day you wander with the village-folk
giggling with the young maidens and flirting
with the ironsmith’s apprentice as he gazes into
your crystalline eyes
By night you are a dragon’s daughter,
slayer of a soldier,
slain by a soldier.
By night you are a dragon’s daughter
By night,
by moonlight,
by death...
...in death
you are the wife of an ironsmith’s apprentice...
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