The prince left for the woods early at dawn.
With quiver full of arrows ready to be drawn.
Chasing hares and deer on his noble steed.
Soaring like the wind, at a very high speed.
He halted his mare at a still pond at noon.
To rest and quench his waxing thirst soon.
He first heard a rustle, then saw a silhouette.
A lady allured him and he began to covet.
He followed the pretty maiden on her route.
Then came a thick fog stymieing his pursuit.
He perpends if he could convince her now.
With a wait very patient to evince his love.
The fog persists but he waits to see her there.
To shower his passion and times to share.
With quiver full of arrows ready to be drawn.
Chasing hares and deer on his noble steed.
Soaring like the wind, at a very high speed.
He halted his mare at a still pond at noon.
To rest and quench his waxing thirst soon.
He first heard a rustle, then saw a silhouette.
A lady allured him and he began to covet.
He followed the pretty maiden on her route.
Then came a thick fog stymieing his pursuit.
He perpends if he could convince her now.
With a wait very patient to evince his love.
The fog persists but he waits to see her there.
To shower his passion and times to share.
Note: I think there is a very abrupt change of mood but I consider the switching part the threshold of imagination.
4 comments:
Now... the element of waiting is seductive and I AM GLAD tht u put it here...;)
Dude, lovely one....but u shud have got out the fight between his heart and conscious (which should be taking him to the place he actually started for)...
mind blowing man!
High time pal! Either u mail it 2 her asap r v all ll paste ur blog id r ur poems in her scrapbook... ;))
@ravishing
yeah, you bet he is.
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