Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Tilasia - The Fairy Queen




‘Tis a book of pain six year’s closed
That her vibrant spirit suddenly froze;
With hair of gold and lips of red
So delicate upon the coffin bed.

Her pages now call out to me
To open them up and set her free;
Like enchanted tales from long ago,
Who has the kiss to waken her soul?

From the Linden tree her name took breath
And through the tree she passed through death;
Glass shattered into gems that shimmered
A carpet of sundrops that danced and glimmered.

For a poet’s soul,  'twas a symbolic sight--
Death would not dare to darken her light!
A proclamation sent loud and clear,
She was just changing worlds; nothing to fear.

She takes up her mantle among legends of old;
Listen! Give ear! For new tales to be told.
Queen of the trees with the heart-shaped leaves,
Her reign has begun for the one who believes...

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