|My Forest of True Dreams
Author: Maraka of the Fae PM
A poem meant for a fictional charachter, but came out with a deeper meaning. Please R&R! Dedicated to Mira Hopesbane.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Fantasy/Drama - Words: 416 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 02-02-05 - id: 1823792
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My Forest of True Dreams
dedicated to my BFF-Mira Hopesbane
Silently, swiftly, I run through the forest, here.
My feet baely touching the leafy ground.
My once upon a time home is now near.
My strength and hope is now found!
I run quickly, almost flying
With silver metallic wings that Pixies fly.
Running, and possibly, flying, but no denying,
That there, for me, someone will die.
I jump over a hidden branch, nearby;
My body gracefully flies in the air.
As I do, I breathe in deep and sigh,
For I am running away, maiden fair.
My eyes sparkle at the sight before me,
A secret to keep and never speak of.
A small, very small hidden grove of trees.
Instantly, with a true heart, in it I fall in love.
As I run, so much like I fly hter,
I sense, like an antennae automatically would,
That a monster is chasing me, a moster worse than a bear!
I would turn and fight, only if I could.
But I skid into the hidden brush.
While I do, I wish to see, to know who it is.
I scoot over and peek, but give myself a hush.
But as I spy, I see it is only a wolf-miss.
She speaks to me in a strange way,
Yet I seem to understand her words to me:
No one will die or come to harm today.
And happily, but relieved, I thank she.
I start off again, running through the forest, here.
My feet now, not touching the ground,
For a loved one is waiting for me near.
My renewed strength and happiness is found!
Now I truly fly through the trees.
I look back and find real Pixie wings!
I am estatic as I surf a breeze.
I fly swiftly and gaily with flips and flings.
I found my true self today,
And I am home at last long.
And like this, I hope to ever stay;
For it is here, like I am, I belong.