Out of the Night



Out of the Night
Oh, what mystical magic hides within the woods
 from cracking of timber
 and the mysteries concealed behind the bark?

 Where fairies and elves live in obscurity within the green belt
 in a tilting of seasons that brings blossoms to bloom
 while on fresh butterfly trails
 their dreams of strange
 forever rejoicing in nature's beauty
 on the winds of transformation.

 Below a polka dot sky
 where each star brands a light hidden in heavens haze
 which cast their world from darkness
 to a brilliant forest of sea green.

 As the fireflies brighten the eve
 in passions of flickering within the emerald pines
 where elves dance to the fiddler's highland jig
 in the festive feast of the night.

 While the fairies spill their magic dust upon the air
 bonding all living things within the mystical forest
 under a numinous spell of elves.

 As a new dawn awakes from the night of enchantment
 where fairies and elves come together in flowering love
 creating a new generation of God's children
 known now as the hobbits
 bringing siblings of change
 descending into the evolution of man.
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Submitted on March 23, 2016

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Scheme ABXX XXXCXD XXXX XXXA XXX XXDBCX
Closest metre Iambic pentameter
Characters 1,073
Words 185
Stanzas 6
Stanza Lengths 4, 6, 4, 4, 3, 6

Norman Wilson

IntroductionForgotten are the times the tick of a clock once chimed sobering sounds that caressed my hearts nightly dreams. As I awaken to the touch of light that burns upon a candles wick flickering my words for all to see. This drives my thoughts through the darkest of nights of loneliness that renders my quill upon parchment with ink that dances to minds and souls.Now I hear the screeching of my heart when the blue horizon covers the orb of emptiness.Within the shelter of my mind with little, purpose other than my words that keep me sane. These are my new poems I have written in the quiet of my night, forever wished away in a writer’s pain. As I strive to write that perfect poem that, my soul desperately seeks. Then and only then can my words rest upon a sleep. more…

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