Starry Night

[Wolfy-kuns]

Lol... This is my first debute into the Poetry Corner! xDD

I don't write poetry that often, one of the few moments being in the introduction of my Project: Angel story in the Story Boards. xP

I wrote this on a whim (and I think it went along with a story I was going to write... well, at least the first part. The seconf dpart was inspired by the first part.

Also, this was a vauge attempt to write couplets... xP

Enjoy

Also here on my FictionPress, Wolfy-kun.

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Starry night
Palace lights
Lit aglow
Here comes the show.
Little carriages, pulled by horses of white
Come into view, what a glorious flight!
Skimming the ground on wooden wheels
Dust kicked up by cloven heels
Draw up to the party on this wonderful night
The full moon glowing high and bright
Out steps the gentleman, holding out his hand,
Coat hemmed in gold, he’s dressed so grand!
Next it the lady, who radiates with power,
Her skirts embroidered with beautiful flowers.
Together they step through the vaulted doors
Across the polished floor, they seemed to soar
Feet waltz and twirl in careful time
The pair just like a couplet rhyme
Faceless others join with them, a colorful parade
Here at this wonderous masquerade

 

[Wolfy-kuns]

Part 2

(I found this and went, "Where the hell did that last part come from?! I must have been too tired in the school computer lab to notice I wrote a really good part... >>")

Still new-bey poetry, mind you...

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Starry night,
City lights,
The town sleeps,
Lone souls weep.
But I lay awake
And for good times sake
Open my childhood trunks
Pink and blue silks that have shrunk.
I pull on a gold feathered mask ,
go outside on the backyard grass,
let my feet slip across the dew,
feeling just like marble floors polished new.
My skirt from the secondhand store I found
twirls and twists just like a ball gown,
The wind chimes my music in three-four time
The words I sing don’t seem to rhyme.
Spinning and waltzing, a one-girl parade,
In my own glorious masquerade.

Starry night
Stars are bright
As I dance beneath the sky tonight
The moon my own spotlight
Words do not need be a couplet rhyme
For us to be jocund and sublime
For my love, you’re the prince portrayed
In my beautiful masquerade