Discordia

Criticism encouraged! .oOo. I went for a walk in the whispering woods, To bathe my feet in the wandering stream, And rest my head in the rustling reeds, And loose my thoughts to a better dream. I sat myself at the waters' edge, Where waves lap the shore all the while, And there from the mists came a glimmering girl, Her hair was brown, and her eyes were wild. A form so pure never graced my eye, Nor ones as perfect crossed my way, She called my name, thrice, to me, And vanished in the brightening day. I will rise now and seek where days are done, To find the one who set me free, And pluck the golden orb of the sun For her, for me, for eternity. .oOo. - Discordia

Thank you for your kind words. I agree with your opinion on the fifth stanza... it sucks! I'm still fiddling with the words, but nothing even acceptable comes to mind. Perhaps something a bit less ostentatious or sucky would work. Anyways, thanks for the comments and keep them coming! - Discordia

Siren .oOo. In that glade the moonlight glows Through those leaves the westwind blows O'er those rocks the wood stream flows There, there she breathes a sigh, There, there I go to die. There I glimpsed a form divine One that made my worn heart pine 'Neath the whispering willows fine There, there she breathes a sigh, There, there I go to die. A voice that hints of blooms in May Eyes that spoke of gentle day Hair that shimmered with each soft sway There, there she breathes a sigh, There, there I go to die. There she beckoned; there I went Body, mind, and heart I sent Down the heather gently bent There, there she breathes a sigh, There, there I go to die. But when I rose, I was alone Lone, totally, wholely lone The star of my eye, forever gone There, there she breathed a sigh, There, there I go to die. Under a bleak, uncaring sky Dark of heart and dim of eye Now, hollow and ready to die There, there she breathed a sigh, There, there I go to die. Down beneath the old stone wall Where the dappled sunlight never falls The others lie that heeded her call There, there she breathed a sigh, There, there I go to die. Searchers, Dreamers all, beneath We that lie in that cold hearth Calm, with the knowledge that comes with Death There, there she breathed a sigh, There, there I went to die. .oOo. - Discordia