I am Arckon
son of king Archon
Of the Archon order
And what are you balverines doing over,
over your border.
poem #1
Life hath left me, and I grow cold
My body covered in the mourning dew
I wished to see my phoenix fly on the horizon blu
I wish'd to grow old
But that is a story often told
Some say "i am to young to die"
But my hourglass wasn't flipped over says I
My body stares blankly at my spirit in the sky
As my phoenix blu begins to fly
Nothing ever happend worse than this,
but to find out what "this" is
You must already know it.
My jaw is left a jar
Emenating with anticipation
for the one to return with my most admeriation
I live for a second and die a seconed later
for what I saw was HER
And I'd die again in death
Just to see her face one mor time
and I hope she hears this ryhme
Where Be my phoenix of blu
You can give a phoenix of gold and silver too
But it won't be the same
She made posting a game
It was then I learned that she could not be tamed
I am a red phoenix lost and floating in the past
But I am at last saved by a familior voice gentle and soft
And my soul runs a loft
just to find it was only a dream
but dreams are never what they seem
(I like Poe....and Dani Filth.....he's technicly a poet)
Through the soundless forest
To the vast oceans
I submit to you my best portions
of poetry, and though they art not my best
They still are high up there with the rest
I wonder endlessly through the blanket of shadow
only to find a fallen tree in my way
So I sit there andwait until day
Day has come and the alternate path I shall find.
Aye, I shall find another path through my mind.
It's brilliant and beautiful in its own way Arckon! +rep and I must say I'm glad to have you and your awesomeness back on board. I can't wait to hear more.
