The Spirit of the Valley.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
wrote this one when I was about 16 or 17. It's just abit of fantasy...I used to walk through the Rape fields and this is what I thought!

Submitted: March 07, 2007

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 It was just before the break of dawn,

Whilst walking fields of wispy corn.

I stumbled upon a hidden lane,

‘Spirit Valley’ was its sacred name.

I dared myself to walk ahead,

Not knowing where to look or tread.

But I walked and walked for quite some time,

Until a light my way did shine.

And there before me, in all my fright

I saw the most amazing sight.

A bed of water lay behind a hedge,

Mountains of crystals laced the edge.

A willow tree stood near by,

And fairies danced the scarlet sky.

And from beyond the water deep, deep down,

Arose a woman in a snowflake gown.

Icy eyes and face so cold,

She held out her hand for me to hold.

And as I touched her frozen hand,

I vanished from that sacred land!

...Blessed Be The Ice Queen.

 


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