Post by xXxCloud_StrifexXx on Jul 1, 2006 9:55:18 GMT -5
This is the first poem I've ever written. Not sure what to think of it... It's another long poem, and I believe it's poorly written but... Well, I'm proud of it. It's my first attempt, after all. ::slight smile::
~~~"Moon Goddess"~~~
Pools of silver were her eyes
And she stared down upon me as she climbed the skies
I watched in awe as she danced above
Her beauty heightened by the arrogance I love
Her hair caressed my face, soft and cold
As she continued a ritual from times of old
Her skin was as pale as creamed milk
And, I believe, as smooth as Asian silk
Her light shines brighter than all the stars of the sky
A daunting fact no being could deny
Her eyes held no warmth as fake smiles graced her face
And yet, all I ever saw within her was grace
To love a goddess was taboo
All of this, I already knew
But her beauty had me raptured, and I always returned
Waiting earnestly for her as the sun burned
Sadly, sometimes she would not come
And on those nights, I am sad and terribly glum
For I cannot bear living without her, my goddess of the night
I would surely die if forever did she leave my sight
But, alas, she does not need me as I do her
She continues her cycle without any who love her
For this reason, she watches me with contempt upon her face
But I care not; no, this is not the case
I am simply content with watching her move
Nothing about her that she needs to improve
She can do no wrong nor be wronged
And to me, I truely wished she belonged
For I love her, this cold, lovely goddess that must leave me here soon
My cold beacon of the night, my goddess of the moon
~~~"Moon Goddess"~~~
Pools of silver were her eyes
And she stared down upon me as she climbed the skies
I watched in awe as she danced above
Her beauty heightened by the arrogance I love
Her hair caressed my face, soft and cold
As she continued a ritual from times of old
Her skin was as pale as creamed milk
And, I believe, as smooth as Asian silk
Her light shines brighter than all the stars of the sky
A daunting fact no being could deny
Her eyes held no warmth as fake smiles graced her face
And yet, all I ever saw within her was grace
To love a goddess was taboo
All of this, I already knew
But her beauty had me raptured, and I always returned
Waiting earnestly for her as the sun burned
Sadly, sometimes she would not come
And on those nights, I am sad and terribly glum
For I cannot bear living without her, my goddess of the night
I would surely die if forever did she leave my sight
But, alas, she does not need me as I do her
She continues her cycle without any who love her
For this reason, she watches me with contempt upon her face
But I care not; no, this is not the case
I am simply content with watching her move
Nothing about her that she needs to improve
She can do no wrong nor be wronged
And to me, I truely wished she belonged
For I love her, this cold, lovely goddess that must leave me here soon
My cold beacon of the night, my goddess of the moon
