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Dragonrider

When the crows caw, and drifting snow falls the children hide behind strong ancient walls higher and higher the walls do stretch as armies march towards battle and war in the name of a king gluttonous and greedy that despises the one immune to flames, with bright violet eyes known to all as the dragonrider, rightful queen of a country usurped

Kings battle is lost, and violet eyes are happy her family safe as dragons fly free, while lions cower upon warm golden rock her rightful majesty sits upon her throne governing country that ancestors conquered and joined into one winter defeated with her on the throne as country settles into eternal summer.

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Sleepy Sweetness

stretching arms, reaching for the sky

tired eyes , staring at the stars

blankly, yet filled with wonder

sleepy smiles, directed at lovers

eyes wide, pupils blown and filled

with adoration, fingers tracing

pale, freckled skin

hidden under strands of

tightly curled, deep red hair

soft smiles, and whispered words

of romance, promises

filling the silent

void that is a quiet

night in the wild

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Faith

faith, a gift of hope

and belief

in trying times

you’ll come out fine

in the end;

yet forming something

non-existent in the face

of religious spies

mixed with the crowd

and calling out lies

brainwashing those

naive and gullible

children, lost in the

field that is life;

can we not?

just return to your homes

and live with hope in your hearts

and faith in your dreams

to live with love in your eyes

and wide open arms,

because acceptance isn’t fatal

but religious lies are

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GUYS...!

One of my poems is in an anthology called ‘Ghostly Writes 2017′...the poem itself is titled ‘Wicked Moon’ and can be found right at the back of the book. In one of the reviews the book received, my poem got likened to Shakespare’s Macbeth...being compared to Shakespare, even once with a single poem makes me giddy with delight. ^_^ (I’ve added it below...and I’ve never actually read Shakespeare!)

Wicked Moon

Prompt: Wicked; Night; Blood 

Darkness falls and moonlight glows Among bare tree branches that creak Groaning as wicked blood flows,  Boiling, bubbling, the potion glimmers Steam rising, fire burning and embers flicker As witch cackles and continues stirring,  Black cats glowing green eyes and faint child’s cries Magick flies, thunderclouds roll in as wolf howls Up at the skies, wicked moon now dies.

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Yearning

dreaming of better times,

where sleepy innocence could

prevail over turbulent times,

wishing of a sad little heart

wanting happier times to be a part

of, hoping this is just a nightmare

feeling like i can’t take this

fright, yearning for better times

that used to prevail over turbulent times.

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Embodiment of Beauty

There are freckles that dot your skin, Like stars that dot the sky; You have this sparkle in your eyes, Like water that glitters in the sun; There’s a lovely warmth to your skin, Like you were infused with fire; 

Your hair shines in the light, Like the oceans; You have the most beautiful smile, That lights up the room like the moon On a clear summers night; You have a temper that’s fierce, Like a wicked tempest; 

I can see your soul in your eyes, In your actions, in your smile; Wonders never cease to amaze me When I gaze at the beauty that is you, Your mind is sharper than the sharpest knife, Your heart is bigger than the largest gem in the universe You are kinder than any I’ve met; The whispers of others matter not, as they are blind To the magnificent beauty I see before me Their souls withered and black Burning in your presence, While I find happiness In your soul, My love

Copyright 2017 Kyrena Lynch

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Cobwebs

Cobwebs, drifting in the air Floating, holding beautiful dreams Strong, yet fragile and spun Fine threads, mussed in a tangle Leading astray, glittering in Sunrise from morning dew Resting upon leaves and branches Of trees and guiding, little spiders Home, from adventures where they’ve Explored among gardens with fresh loam That encourages growth.

Copyright 2017 Kyrena Lynch

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New poetry.