[ SECRET POST #2363 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #2363 ⌋

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Comments

Re: Have you ever written poetry?

[(Anonymous)]

Only for Creative Writing. As a whole, I find poetry too confining.
Prose is so much more free - though I can see how some might see it the other way around.

[Disclaimer: I wrote this when I was... 16? 17? I can't even remember.]

Faerie Chosen

Marked as a child, now a woman,
She could not stay away
For she knew she had been chosen

Her mind in clouds, she felt the bond,
Hunting for a feeling, for a yearning
One that drew her to the darkness.

To the midnight forest, where sunlight rarely shone,
The pulling at her heartstrings led her
To the opening of a cave

Dark and eerie, she ventured in,
Heart pounding in the wake
Of the overpowering call

Drifting as if in a dream,
Two bright orbs, eyes of flame
Drew her to the shadowkin

A fey of grace, dark beauty
His pale skin and coal black hair,
An empty smile on his lips

Come with me, an icy voice
His hand held out in silent plea,
She felt the pull, despite the fear
And could not turn him down.