A Celestial Lantern
Forever Alight
A phoenix born of radiant flames,
Emerges as the darkness wanes.
A creature born from ash and fire,
Defies darkness and soars higher.
Wings ablaze in hues so rare,
Face so fierce with a golden glare.
A symbol of renewal on the earthly hearth,
Inviting warmth into human hearts.
Since the chronicles of ancient lore,
A story of rebirth to explore.
Throughout the years it takes flight,
A beacon of hope in the darkest night.
Adorning a crown with a crimson base,
The phoenix dances to marvelled gaze.
A celestial ballet, an eternal dance.
An essence of life, a cosmic trance.
The fiery muse awakens life with a gentle embrace,
A celestial artist with his palette ablaze.
On nature's canvas, a vibrant display.
A prism of colours in a vivid array.
The radiant sovereign of the celestial dome,
Bound forever to an ecliptic throne,
Ascends the sky with radiant grace,
Igniting the day with a warm embrace.
A gentle cascade of golden fire,
Clothed in majestic, auburn attire.
A golden orb, steadfast and bright,
A celestial lantern, forever alight.
About the Creator
Varsha Elizabeth
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She loves me
She loved me. When I was small and my wee stayed to the paper. When I was rumpled skin and floppy big paws and big eyes looking up and waiting for her hands to find me, scooping me up and bringing me into her. And we were happy, so happy, so very, very happy. I was so happy to see her and danced my circles so she'd know how much I wanted nothing more than for her to hold me. I'd wrap, wiggle, wiggle and wrap my growing body with my bestest happy dance, slumping and kerplumping into her warm parts just like she liked me to. She was there and I was there, and we were there together, and it was perfect. Oh, how she loved me! We spent all our time together, playing inside, outside, up, down, going round and round. And she petted me and called me good girl when I made poops, and sometimes when I weed in her front yard or the neighbor's, and I was the best girl. For her, I really was! And she scratched me behind my ears, and it was heaven. I aowooo my joy! And she aowoooed hers too.
By Christy Munson4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
This is full of beautiful imagery, and it flows so well from line to line. “A symbol of renewal on the earthly hearth” is one that I really liked. Nice😊
. Incredible work. Very well-written!