The nights spreads her shawl of darkness,
The diamonds, the stars, are glittering.
The queen of the night, Luna, rises,
The trail of the milky way shines.
A mournful strum penetrates the silence,
A fire crackles merrily to give warmth.
The lady Gypsy lets a shimmering tear fall,
As she plays her Spanish guitar.
As she strums away, remembering her life,
The lovely home she had, her dear husband, her wonderful life.
And now she was camping under the weeping willow,
Her life full of misery & strife.
She longs for solace, as she now plays a cheerful hum.
She stares at the moon, she looks at the stars,
She longs for the home she lost, now so far.
The Moon Gypsy she was, with dark, shinning eyes,
The lusious dark curls, glowing softly in the fire light.
This beautiful maiden with chisled features,
Now led astray, by her own misery.
It's morning, it's time to go,
the fire has been smouldered by this gentle doe.
In destinys caravan, upon time's swift horse,
She rides, searching for the new dawn.
-----Crimson-Scar-----
Author notes
Well, I guess this is my first poem uploaded here, so and constructive crictitism is appreciated and yeah...tell me if you liked it.
Regards
Crimson-Scar
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loved it!
cleo u r 'mazing,loved every word,u r so much more better than me,loved ur style of imagery!
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Ahhh.....Thanks Nia....Though I can ne'er beat thee...Ha..
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sry ment to put this on my other one
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its good
i like it. and (dont get mad) ru a runnaway. I dont care just wanna know. Cuz the gypsy and everything is just so heartfelt. If u just made it up its good too.
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Thank you soooooo very much for reading it. And no, I'm not a run away, just ur average individual...
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