Two poems
“My Liege”
By = Tristan A. Arts
Oh thou moon, thy beauty doth pale before hers,
She of the white dress bedecked with roses.
Oh thou sun, thy light hath less potency than doth her aura,
She of the eyes both dark and bright.
Oh thou earth, thy soil doth nourish me less than her presence,
She of the dark walnut hair.
Oh thou fear, thine best efforts doth pound my heart less than her touch,
She of the skin like warm silk.
Oh thou sky, thy depth doth not hypnotize as keenly as her eyes,
She of the sidhe, such noble blood.
Oh thou life, what hast thou to offer if she should need mine?
She of my heart, who doth be my liege.
“Faery Princess”
By = Tristan A. Arts
A Faery princess is my liege,
For her presence did its part
To heal up my wounded soul
And mend my broken heart.
Tis courtly love, for I'm her knight,
Her servant, bodyguard.
At least I would if near I lived,
This distance is so hard!
Her eyes so dark and large and round,
Her skin as soft as silk;
Her aura fills me full of light,
Her presence just like mother's milk.
To kiss her hand is heavenly,
To leave her hurts like Hell;
She spoke, and I got to my knees,
I'm gladly in her spell!
I feel like I could walk the world,
And swim the largest sea
Just to find her once again,
And at her side just be.
And though it hurts to be apart,
And hardly feels fair,
I hope and pray to see the day
I rejoin Faery's heir.
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By = Tristan A. Arts
Oh thou moon, thy beauty doth pale before hers,
She of the white dress bedecked with roses.
Oh thou sun, thy light hath less potency than doth her aura,
She of the eyes both dark and bright.
Oh thou earth, thy soil doth nourish me less than her presence,
She of the dark walnut hair.
Oh thou fear, thine best efforts doth pound my heart less than her touch,
She of the skin like warm silk.
Oh thou sky, thy depth doth not hypnotize as keenly as her eyes,
She of the sidhe, such noble blood.
Oh thou life, what hast thou to offer if she should need mine?
She of my heart, who doth be my liege.
“Faery Princess”
By = Tristan A. Arts
A Faery princess is my liege,
For her presence did its part
To heal up my wounded soul
And mend my broken heart.
Tis courtly love, for I'm her knight,
Her servant, bodyguard.
At least I would if near I lived,
This distance is so hard!
Her eyes so dark and large and round,
Her skin as soft as silk;
Her aura fills me full of light,
Her presence just like mother's milk.
To kiss her hand is heavenly,
To leave her hurts like Hell;
She spoke, and I got to my knees,
I'm gladly in her spell!
I feel like I could walk the world,
And swim the largest sea
Just to find her once again,
And at her side just be.
And though it hurts to be apart,
And hardly feels fair,
I hope and pray to see the day
I rejoin Faery's heir.
This was cross-posted from http://fayanora.dreamwidth.org/1131197.html
You can comment either here or there.