Crown Of Sonnets-part1
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Crown Of Sonnets-part1
I created in the blink of the master's eye
places that did not exist moments ago
So full of those that lie and spy
Waiting to see pirates that like to roe
In this master mind of mine
I find that rhythm has no end
There is no end to the twinkling time
That seems to want and waits to bend
In a creation that only I command
To my tongue the words cannot sound
Hand me a pen for the words are unplanned
To fly off my pen to seek to be crowned
I will create in the mist an image made of gold
The gold painted not for the eyes to behold
The gold painted not for the eyes to behold
Did create that in this world of mine
For you see the dark does take hold
Among the hearts and minds of swine
The men of swine that like to spy
They try to create that world of their own
Although here I sit choosing the winds cry
Choosing those that will sit upon that throne
So tall so small they may or may not be
Counting down the seconds are soon gone
Seconds that did not have to go pay that fee
As they soon come to know they are all pawns
They do masquerade around acting to high
So beautiful and yet created not with dye
So beautiful and yet created not with dye
The fiery breath of the dragon strong
Or even greater beauty the gift to try
To try, to succeed in creating this song
For those who watch me dance this dance
Might laugh and scorn at my speed
Although do you not see this romance
That builds and with speed might bleed
How could they know that in my mind
Upon the very edge will rest
A world so far and large in kind
That the phoenix will create its nest
Will you try to capture the phoenix to hold
My words they seem to create something bold
My words they seem to create something bold
Hidden not as they flow above they create
Something you might just be able to hold
Or will you choose to close to lock a gate
Oh the wild thoughts do roam
Aboad and about inside the wild blooms
Upon this stoney path you see a gnome
A gnome’s whose name is Looms
As I touch this pen to sheets
So white and blank at first they seem
Alive they come as words like sweets
Melt and mix to build the needed cream
Creating the words of cream we make the toon
Something that is spun in the moon
Something that is spun in the moon
Seems to be nothing more than a dream
Something that the crazy loon
Just might dance to upon the stream
So seeking that adventure in the mist
I do take not the headed advice
But I choose those who are kissed
Upon the mask of words with spice
I create my worlds full of things
Mysteries that seem to be untold
The story of that full of rings
That echo loud and far to those sold
Finding that I choose the story of that tusk
As that fairy doth dance away into the dusk
As that fairy doth dance away into the dusk
I laugh as I create the forest within
The forest that the fairy full of lusk
Created I to hide away his great sin
I do laugh inside as I fly upon the words
I use the words to melt and mix my spell
For there is no need for lies and cords
That will tie around the gated well
Seeking only entertainment they come
Seeking only blood and gore they count
Counting down the echos of that drum
That will only become the stories account
Sometimes I have to wonder on that tune
Is what I create only a tale of a loon
Is what I create only a tale of a loon
Or is it something more for the soul
You see the loon is only in the moon
As the soul does delight in the goal
I sit here and I create to my content
I do not stop to utter aloud hidden words
I make sure to record that which is spent
Upon the moon sits and sings a bird
Not alone in the maze of my mind
For there it is written down upon the page
No longer do we find that it is intertwined
With the words that I did write for that wage
Then once again the fairy is a lusk
Yet there in the mist is the stories tusk
Copyright © Emma Willden | Year Posted 2016
Crown of Sonnets - part 2
Crown of Sonnets - part 2
Yet there in the mist is the stories tusk
Full of the hidden secrets of men
Men and fairies who are so lusk
They believe in hiding them away in the glen
Oh here hidden away in this place
So full of both spies and lords
We shall find the women adorned with lace
So clueless to the hidden cords
As fairies disguised as men do walk about
Hiding the truth in our plain sight
And yet here I do create a stage of doubt
As the men and faires fight over what is right
Looking around I know I can't be overthrown
Oh wait, I find that you sit upon that throne
Oh wait I find that you sit upon that throne
Trying to rule that which is mine
Waiting and watching as you take the zone
Creating something of your own design
Waiting I watch you as you take control
You the character seems to be the master now
Dancing away you do take your scroll
Down and about you start to bestow
I see from afar as you continue to develop
Although so soon do I learn I no longer create
For you leap out over the land to envelop
Now only you a king can control your fate
Trying to take back control I find in your eye
So high, so mighty you feel you might fly
So high, so mighty you feel you might fly
As you the master of your mighty fight
Seem to be in the line of that dark sky
You seem to think your fate is not a knight
You choose to dare and defy my words
Words made of spilled ink it doth seem
As you reason with the story as not a byrd
You discover that you do like that stream
You follow that twisted path to the north
You go not alone but so full of those lies
The lies and spies of fairies that do go forth
Out and about your followed by the silent cries
You wrote a path yet if only you could of known
And yet you do not know that I in the zone
And yet you do not know that I in the zone
Can still control this path if I so choose
So don't you dare try to cry or moan
For here you ignore the many many clues
Oh dear character of my heart, my soul
You did leap and bound farther than any before
Although far in the mystery here is the troll
That you did not see upon your shore
As I now count down the paths
That will lead you to my desired one
You see not that in a hidden wrath
Of that one that you had thought you won
This one you wronged then you said goodbye
Can create the path that causes you to die
Can create the path that causes you to die
Yet here you sit so high, so mighty
Up and upon that throne so high
You sit, you laugh feeling almighty
Yet I the writer is spinning this tale
You see you did catch me unaware
Although I did figure out that it was frail
It that was my idea I was in despair
As those hidden words did launch so far
Off this pen and down this blank page
They did land to create something so bizarre
Hidden and unknown they did upstage
That plan I had is now in such a debate
With my passion and love doth I create
With my passion and love doth I create
A character that is of his own design
You who was a knight did design your own fate
Now on that throne you are all but intertwined
I the writer at one point did think I knew it all
As seconds fled upon lost paths of thought
Only I did find that you a knight who was so tall
Could conquer all in this land that was so distraught
There in that place you were so far of the path
That your fate and mind led you back to
As I tried to fight it with such a fiery wrath
Yet here in this end we sit so long overdue
I the writer now do lovingly open that gate
My world so full of stories that doth await
My World so full of stories that doth await
Is full of those things only in dreams
Things created by those who don't yet debate
Between that which is created by schemes
If only I the writer had only known
That a character of such strong design
Will not be made to be only outgrown
Yet will develop into that which doth shine
To shine like this character of mine
Is something we seem to all but lose
When we the writer choose to whine
We do then take a risk at being confused
Yet here I chose to choose and apply
I created in the blink of the master's eye
I created it in the blink of your eye
The gold painted not for the eyes to behold
So beautiful and yet created not with dye
My words they seem to create something bold
Something that is spun in the moon
As that fairy doth dance away into the dusk
Is what I create only a tale of a loon
Yet there in the mist is the stories tusk
Oh wait, I find that you sit upon that throne
So high, so mighty you feel you might fly
And yet you do not know that I in the zone
Can create the path that causes you to die
With my passion and love doth I create
My world so full of stories that doth await
Copyright ©
2016 Emma Willden
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