The Haunted Wood

Her flesh so like warm cream is,
Her eyes are as the seas.
A girl so pale, nocturnal,
A dryad sly, eternal
My life a mystic dream is,
She rules the centuries.
Her flesh so like warm cream is
Her eyes are as the seas.

She comes when all the dusk is
Swirled round with fragrant mist,
Her pouting smile can sunder,
Make all hearts beat like thunder,
And when the moon a tusk is
She'll make them die when kissed!
She comes when all the dusk is
Swirled round with fragrant mist.

Her presence like the Spring is,
Her magics soothe and heal.
She lives within tall towers,
With multicolored flowers,
No consort of a king is,
Her will is like cold steel.
Her presence like the Spring is,
Her magics soothe and heal.

I sigh, she only teases,
And leaves me in despair.
Her kisses I now tally,
Her love I long to rally,
She does just what she pleases,
As fickle as the air.
I sigh, she only teases,
And leaves me in despair

And when the moon a horn is,
I take my leave for good.
For nymphs are always playing,
Conniving and delaying,
I know now what forlorn is,
I leave her haunted wood.
And when the moon a horn is,
I take my leave for good.

Her flesh so like warm cream is
Her eyes are as the seas
A girl so pale nocturnal,
A dryad sly eternal
My life a mystic dream is
She rules the centuries.
Her flesh so like warm cream is
Her eyes are as the seas.






Poetry by Achernar
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Written on 2010-01-07 at 17:51

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Dee Daffodil
Lovely ! :-)
Hugs,
Dee
2010-02-17


jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
wonderful work here...bookmarked and enjoyed immensely
2010-02-06


Princess Charles
You, sir, are an amazing poet. I adore it when writers in these modern times use the beautiful meters, metaphors, wordings, words, of old. I tip my metaphorical hat and kiss your ring.
2010-02-03


ngaio Beck
Engaging,captivating,so like Madrigal
2010-01-15


Rob Graber
The feminine endings of the first, fifth, and seventh rhyming lines are most engaging; I especially enjoy "horn is"/"forlorn is"!
2010-01-07