She sits in a meadow of white
In a gossamer white gown
Holding out her pale hand
And watching the pixie dust
Float off in the wind
As still as a statue
As stately as a queen
She is the most beautiful
Sight I have seen
Pixie dust glows and sparkles
In her outstretched hand
Reflecting the sunlight
Like the pure snowbells
She blooms with salubriousness
A testament of innocence
Men kneel before her grace
She’s an empress
Of all that she sees
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Llion the Brave Version 2
Her screams diminished as Llion was dragged away from the cell. The stench in the corridor was less but there was still damp, decay, defecation, death. His feet dragged, like a raggedy puppet, the guard either side of him holding him fast. He could feel their individual fingers digging into his scant flesh, leaving their impression on his bones.
By Rachel Deeming6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (6)
Wow this poem is great! Plus, you got me to learn a new word: salubriousness.
Beautiful.
"Your Grace...," kneeling subjectively.
Whoaaa, you painted such a beautiful picture with your words! I loved it so much!
Ah, the snowdrop fairy, a great conjuring of these flowers.
Loved this 🧚♀️💓