Swaying in illusions mist
framed by crystal wings
the Mistress of the Forest
death's sad song she sings.
In a spectral,sable, serenade
her voice in sadness cries
to beauty now forgotten
to whisper last goodbyes.
To the forest of eternal life
where nature never fades
she leads them with the gentlest touch
to twilight cloured glades.
In memory she wanders
of life that passed her by
the Mistress of the Forest
once, painted, butterfly.
Author notes
CANDY CLOUDS OF LULLABY*****
A contest entry
- Picture Inspired by Hope Angel.
455 points, ended November 9, 2008, 11 entries
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Comments
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Oh this is beautiful and enchanting. Thank you for entering. I enjoyed reading.
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