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Fairyland whispers Essence of faith Another time gently beckons The thoughts of Gods swiftly move Heaven’s answers, so elusive Eagerly awaiting response Requiring a leap of faith Signs that we are not alone Poetry Copyright © 2017 – 2023 by Ena Whiteraven All rights reserved. Photographer: unknown
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The rushing waves of fury Broken hearts left in his wake That old deception endlessly beguiling the fool From the time of the first sun He has sown his bitter seed Recklessly clawing, boldly rampaging The paradise of innocent breed Now revealed to the few who gather The light shines boldly on his morbid throne…
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I rise to go further than ever before To feel wind in my hair, shake the dust from my feet I rise to learn wisdom from stories of old Cultivate strength with a body made free I rise to hear songs of the old ones who know To study the past and divine what’s…
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Enfolded by branches strong Emerald gown cradles my head Whispers speak and singing chants Surround me. Saved from tumultuous seas Deafening blasts and agonizing screams Healing silence, the gentle profound Surround me. Secret heaven of kindness and freedom Suspended within an atmosphere of wine And friends of my spirit in many forms Surround me. Waking…
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I pour my heart and soul My body and my blood Into a little piece of heaven You are me and I am you Hell beneath frames expanse above Crescent moon as reaching horns They are harmless here and now Powerless in the face of love I raise you to the stars …
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The song that plays throughout the land Dance in the streets while you still can Live and let live, you have been forewarned I have a date with the God Of Storms! An empty palace, a golden key Skeletons rise through trickery Die and let die, you have been forewarned I have a date…
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Scorching sands, raging seas Essence of Eternity Golden lyre, flaming door Portal of the mighty Roar Goddess/God, Servant/King Watches as all nature sings Open hand to iron fist Betrayal has led to serpent’s hiss Myriad faces, countless eyes Called the dragon in disguise Six-winged sun, feline gaze Many names in ancient days Aged Mother, ever…
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A stranger in a strange land Descend into the lions’ den. Images of Monsters Stare down with blazing eyes At the figure so minuet Amusement rich and long! Despair floods her inner most heart Fear conquers her fragile sanctuary How can she possibly rise above them This mere speck upon the earth? Her existence lasts…
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Molten waves of passion Spinning ladies all in white Bleached bone and arid stone Merciless power without reprieve Cruel petrification Even the air stands still and silent Crystal daggers hang suspended Blanket of white that gives no warmth A delicate point of balance Two robes now fit for wearing One of jewels and one of…
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Ena Whiteraven 