Step inside my Kingdom my one and only,
have no fear this is yours and mine now,
inside is all your hopes and dreams,
outside you see all my children as they glide,
so brilliantly in the sky
Ive waited here for you since the dawn of man,
since the trees rose from the sand,
I waged war in your name,
So you will never feel any pain,
now my world will never be the same
Step inside my throne,
where we shall rule this paradise,
my wings of power will block all hope,
my dragon breath will burn all dreams,
have no fear no harm shall come to you,
Inside my dining hall where the fairies serve the finest meal,
and the birds play the softest music,
we will talk here for hours,
trapped in the castles powers
Inside my treasure room you will find,
all the treasure since the dawn of time,
also you will fine is all the greatest wine,
pick you out a crown my dear queen,
and rule this paradise of broken dreams.
Author notes
Interpet it the way you like, i think it would be interesting to hear what you have to say.........5934
Written April 5th, 2005
A contest entry
- Titles & Topics!!! plus anything goes. by purplemoon.
953 points, ended May 29, 91 entries
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You know, i don't do very well at ranslating langauges, being able to speak and write in many tongues is all very well, you may even think it makes my job easier. If anything it makes my task only harder. It means I am left to...decipher the langauge barrier that first prevented me from writting in english.
For that reason I shall give you only the over all cast of what was said yesterday:
Good sir the poem you pen is of super natural equalitty. It is inhuman in every dimension, of all things to fear it would be a poet I fear most. Surrealism was first started by a french poet and only became an art nearly fifty years later. You are a surrealist poet, you paint a novel with words, you write a canvass with paints.
Mycoment went very much like this, blabbering on about such things until the latter part:
Poet once more I appluade you on your experiance and your ift to write. This is a stunning fracture of life and death supressed into one to give a thrill of barbarity amongst crowds. My hat comes of for you.
Dryad Enya -
I'm not one to find my english tongue yet, when I do i shall tell you what it reads as until then,
Тя седна в механа до оборите, пиене applewine с някои шумен млади мъже, които предпочитат медовина.
"Вие глупаци не може да ме дръжка," заяви тя с хитра я гледам в очите. "Вие сте всичките твърде нетрезво състояние и трябва да бъдат в леглото ..."
Нейните тънки лявата ръка почива на необработен дървен бар, я jewelled ръка, държаща нагънат стъкло. "... в момента, имам предвид.", дразни си много по-млади почитатели пакостлив с друга ваксина.
"Ние просто исках да правя това!" едно плавно противодейства. Той е привлекателен; права тъмна коса с много удари на сивото. Неговата аванси са по-забавно, отколкото другите, но въпреки това тя е безразличен. "Бих се по-рано за през нощта с теб, все пак."
Тя премести една сянка, движещи си дясна ръка в скута си; изтегляне на нещо, което тя е скрита в гънките на нейната кадифена рокля. Мъжете не взеха бележка, те бяха твърде заети gawking в гърдите си.
"Вие искате да съжалявате." тя се усмихна. "Бих ви развалям всички други жени!" другите виеше гръмогласно. "Освен това ..." Тя се усмихна, дори sultrier все още ", вие не сте на всички мой тип." Тя пъхна кама в ръката си; внимателно да отклони една те наричат "Tommy Boy", като му предоставя с оглед определяне незначително по-добре си елече. Той захапа въдицата с безумни, медовина fueld усмивка, докато тя
навита ръката си inconspicuously е около дръжката; острието пред активно; наметало под червено кадифе и сладка усмивка.
Високият черни коси едно с дълбок глас се радва гледат бившия промяна, но по-тежката зададете една с тъмен тен че тя да бъде честна игра, както; засилване на табела на гума, сигурни краката. Той е еднакво sloshed.
"Може би искате ме предпочитате, тази вечер." Той предложи, наведе се към нея уверено. Кафяво кожата на този човек е привлекателен toher но отново, тя е непокътнат.
Dryad Enya
PS Very sorry i could not write thi in english, i fear it would translate wrongly if I did so. -
Very alluring, I like it
I would be persuaded to enter and be captive. Very interesting poem I really liked it, and there are different ways you can view it also, I really like that.
~Michaela~
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Thanks! This was my first poem posted on ap! 3rd poem ever wrote! Hehe
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that girl is me. =]
always was, always will be, always is. =]
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This was a whole series. Im still working on it.
And it was about my soulmate ;-)
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AwEsOmE
I love it dude. its a great poem. lol. any ways great job.
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wow very nicely written comment!!! acutally she bares him children lol most people miss taht thats why i went ahead and told you.
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Seems to me she'd be a willing captive. That wouldn't exactly make her a captive then would it? You offer her everything, I hope to read in the ones that come next what she offers you.
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thats the way i wanted it...see at first it was a poem about a girl that became his prisoner...but when i rewrote it it became a love poem....the darker side is eterna nezzra..itailan for eternal darkness.. also on allpoetry...but not sure of the spelling of the title...that is the first poem of the alternate dragonking....still havent named him....there is a second in the series but i forgot about the name
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This is actually really sweet. I really like this poem. Well, I like all your poems. *shrugs* heh heh. I like how it has a mix of suffering but peace. I see that, anyway.
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Must say I was reminded, like Ceilinh, of the old saying Step inside my parlor, said the spider to the fly. Thus, I guess I got the right doubtful, critical eye to the friendlyness of the DragonKing. A queen she will be, but at what cost. Not a question.
Brilliant poem!
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The opening words, "Step inside my Kingdom..." remind me of the old saying, "'Step into my parlour,' said the spider to the fly." They give the poem an immediate sense of danger mixed in with the romance. It is as though the protagonist is saying, "Love me and be loved by me- but only if you dare..." Very effective. The final words, "...this paradise of broken dreams" have a similar feeling to them.
Very well done, I enjoyed this immensly.
And now...
... the inevitable grammatical comments.
The third line of the first stanza,
"inside is all your hopes and dreams"
should read as "inside are all..." instead. This is because 'hopes and dreams' are plural. 'Are' is the plural of 'is' (from the verb 'to be')
That's the only really critical thing- there are some puntuation irregularities, but this is poetry, so it's much easier to get away with it.
-Ceilinh
PS. Oh, I forgot- I just wrote another Dragon poem, if you want to check it out. It's called "By Day and By Night" -
Brilliant
Wow, this poem is great, it's really well thought out and tells a good story in amazing description. I really enjoyed reading it, and I agree it's a good proposal. Well done indeed. I loved the last stanza the most. -
Love it
It sounds like a wedding proposal to me with a dark twist behind it and knowing you I'm 6 times out of 10 right. I love the ending when you tell the girl to pick out a crown and rule the paradise of broken dreams. I have noticed that all of your poems seem to have a girl or something to do with a girl but who is she and why do you write about her? And yes I know that would be a dumb question for me to ask you but I'm really hyper so I figured that I'd ask it anyway. -
I never got into dragons! It reminds me of the hobbit! Kind of like my brothers feet! Your descriptivness was good!
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i can't tell if it's love or prison. the words used to describe the castle yell prison, yet the rest of it screams love. great poem.
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You are a very good writter. I love reading your work
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It almost sounds like a proposal. Very nicely written you really swept me into it. Welcome to AP
Mia
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