Ode To Ker'nor

[Razorshawl 13]

The way it glistens just so,

crystals dazzle in soft glow.

Hues of blue caress the eyes,

as if upon the sunlit sky.

 

Veins of black obsidian cold,

what stories does thou tell of old.

Your strength hid in your dark core,

oh you could be so much more!

 

The sound of a stream tickles mine ear,

like the soft whisper of vines I hear,

Stones of moss and age,

give me freedom in your cage.

 

Thank you for the read and I hoped you enjoyed another one. I really loved the way Ker'nor looked and it helped to inspire this one.

[Shambleau 24]

There is a singer everyone has heard,

Loud, a mid-summer and a mid-wood bird,

Who makes the solid tree trunks sound again.

He says that leaves are old and that for flowers

Mid-summer is to spring as one to ten.

He says the early petal-fall is past

When pear and cherry bloom went down in showers

On sunny days a moment overcast;

And comes that other fall we name the fall.

He says the highway dust is over all.

The bird would cease and be as other birds

But that he knows in singing not to sing.

The question that he frames in all but words

Is what to make of a diminished thing.

 

-Robert Frost

[Knox213 10]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.