Long ass work in progree, there are esome parts in the middle I'm still editing so please be patient, but tell me what you think.....
The Peddler and the Rose
The moon casts silver dew
To tease the velvet skies
The stars seem to quite gingerly
Humbly let it try
The trees in slumber dreaming dreams
Of springs and falls to be
Leaves rustling as they snore aloud
In early morning glee
Nearby the regal mountaintops
Their peaks encapped in snows
Slump down on cumfy foothills
With heads lost in repose
The owls coo their lullabies to allay the restless rills
Who sleepwalk through the valleys
And saunter betwixt the hills
The slight-crisp air caresses
While nightingales in tune
Lead us of in fantasies
Beneath the harvest moon
Breathless veils of frosty clouds
Through coal and royal skies
Lumberring quiet cross the lands
As somnolent stars arise
Each smiling pinprick from above
Lights the way to joyous dreams
Deep below the predawn night
We see a modest town
From flowing hills its spires jut
As its dormant crown
Somewhere two men in taverns light
Have conquests to compare
And childrens dreams and fantasies
Dance through cool night air
With frost on wings of winters breath
Nature dusts each frigid pass
It glows from every leave and twig
and fetters earth with shattered glass
smoke which dances above the rooves
sultry, silky, soft
the only sign of warmth of life
lost to stars aloft
A world in which a man cant weep
Wont bear to hear his cries
A world in which a beggars pleas
Arent seen by blinderred eyes
Peering down amidst the roofs
With chimneyed gabled peaks
Our weary traveler stammers now
Been hobbling on for weeks
This pious man steady walks
A pauper amongst kings
Day in day out alone he moves
Peddling his things
With heavy pack and heavy heart
Tired feet resign their game
As broken body and blistered back
Resolve to do the same
With nights slight frost upon his back
And hand upon his chest
The lures of night have broken him
Now his time to rest
A satchel full of trinkets
Slumps down upon the stones
Coddled by the meter
Of cracking creaking bones
Chapped and crusted lips smack
Upon sparse and pallid teeth
Tousled brows unfurl their rifts
Upon stubbled cheeks beneath
His sunken chest collapses
With a wheeze and burbled moan
With hardened body enshrouded
In hands as cold as stone
Who stretched and strained in times of strife
And were marred and creased by wretched life
Forced to grab and smash
To pry and hold
Through calloused cuts
Their pain is told
Ten tired brothers
Each slowed with age
Furrowed fragile
Coarse and sage
Two have gone
Forgotten friends
Through bite of winter
Lost their ends
One stead soldier
Stern and braced
Stuck as stone
Austere and chaste
Seven siblings left to fend
Frail with age and stiff to bend
Their burden born
Of years of toil
Tired and mired
By blood and soil
Their time is late
Their use is waning
Their structure weak
Their color draining
ever be they shadows
ever losing will to fight
never feeling passion
while decend, they, into night.
As weary lids unite in vain
Upon crimson swollen eyes
By want, they shut to lose in dreams
The cadence of his cries
His loves mnemonic beauty
Is quick to come to thought
With it brings listless comfort
Which in dreams he sought
Her eyes the purest clearest blue
To guide the birds in flight
Her heart could warm ten thousand men
Through bleakest sable night
Those eyes hid many beauties for
A libidos thoughts to pine
The perfect gate through which
Her perfect soul could shine
Her platinum locks caressed the breeze
Like a sirens song of sight
Beckoning toward ceaseless love
From which no want of fight
Her smile could crush the coldest heart
With its persuasive might
It was that which made the heavens dare
To mistrust their own pure light
The crystal lips through which it shone
Were to be reveled by the gods
With tender lips and perhaps a kiss
Ones heart was put at odds
It was in her endless poetry
In every tiny part
That he saw himself forever gone
Embridled by his heart
She was royalty of innocence
Atop a throne of white
And only by untimely death
Robbed of that birthright
The brackish wells with which he sees
Spill forth their wretched prize
His heart by lovers passing gone
He sleeps he dreams he dies
Every night like that before
He rests his somber head
Haunted by the same cold past
The torment to which hes wed
A wistful lover alone does lay
Disdaining all the morrow
Broken beaten battered by
His ceaseless pain and sorrow
In somber silence summer sails
As rust and bronze, engulf the trails
And leave the brooks bare and browned
While trees in passing fetter the ground
With armied leaves in relentless droves
A rhythmic din through sleeping groves
Leaves which fall single sowing
Soldiers on the blustery blowing
Trees tire sun will gray and pass
Lakes and ponds now casks of glass
Casualties of fall inhumed in white
Give beauties glow to callous night
By mornings break the sun is guised
By bleak and darkened air
The peddler trounced by natures ire
But he too tired to care
This somber hamlet caught amidst
The tempests raising cane
A crash of thunder breaks the roar
Of cold remorseless rain
This one vile day although to ask
To him like all the morrow
Find he a token of his love
Amidst his pain and sorrow
A tiny ember amongst the ash
Of his dying heart
A swell of joy a flash of tears
Ignited by in part
A tiny rose diminutive
Much smaller than the rest
Lost betwixt the leaves and twigs
Barely a rose at best
Precisely at that moment
As beauty reigned supreme
The fates took pity upon this man
Through the roses holy beam
His tears like rain on cobblestones
Do slip betwixt the cracks
The roses glow does bring such warmth
Which his sorry body lacks
His stiff knees crack to meet the dirt
To partake of this prize
And as hes reaching out for love
This somber stranger dies.
The Peddler and the Rose
The moon casts silver dew
To tease the velvet skies
The stars seem to quite gingerly
Humbly let it try
The trees in slumber dreaming dreams
Of springs and falls to be
Leaves rustling as they snore aloud
In early morning glee
Nearby the regal mountaintops
Their peaks encapped in snows
Slump down on cumfy foothills
With heads lost in repose
The owls coo their lullabies to allay the restless rills
Who sleepwalk through the valleys
And saunter betwixt the hills
The slight-crisp air caresses
While nightingales in tune
Lead us of in fantasies
Beneath the harvest moon
Breathless veils of frosty clouds
Through coal and royal skies
Lumberring quiet cross the lands
As somnolent stars arise
Each smiling pinprick from above
Lights the way to joyous dreams
Deep below the predawn night
We see a modest town
From flowing hills its spires jut
As its dormant crown
Somewhere two men in taverns light
Have conquests to compare
And childrens dreams and fantasies
Dance through cool night air
With frost on wings of winters breath
Nature dusts each frigid pass
It glows from every leave and twig
and fetters earth with shattered glass
smoke which dances above the rooves
sultry, silky, soft
the only sign of warmth of life
lost to stars aloft
A world in which a man cant weep
Wont bear to hear his cries
A world in which a beggars pleas
Arent seen by blinderred eyes
Peering down amidst the roofs
With chimneyed gabled peaks
Our weary traveler stammers now
Been hobbling on for weeks
This pious man steady walks
A pauper amongst kings
Day in day out alone he moves
Peddling his things
With heavy pack and heavy heart
Tired feet resign their game
As broken body and blistered back
Resolve to do the same
With nights slight frost upon his back
And hand upon his chest
The lures of night have broken him
Now his time to rest
A satchel full of trinkets
Slumps down upon the stones
Coddled by the meter
Of cracking creaking bones
Chapped and crusted lips smack
Upon sparse and pallid teeth
Tousled brows unfurl their rifts
Upon stubbled cheeks beneath
His sunken chest collapses
With a wheeze and burbled moan
With hardened body enshrouded
In hands as cold as stone
Who stretched and strained in times of strife
And were marred and creased by wretched life
Forced to grab and smash
To pry and hold
Through calloused cuts
Their pain is told
Ten tired brothers
Each slowed with age
Furrowed fragile
Coarse and sage
Two have gone
Forgotten friends
Through bite of winter
Lost their ends
One stead soldier
Stern and braced
Stuck as stone
Austere and chaste
Seven siblings left to fend
Frail with age and stiff to bend
Their burden born
Of years of toil
Tired and mired
By blood and soil
Their time is late
Their use is waning
Their structure weak
Their color draining
ever be they shadows
ever losing will to fight
never feeling passion
while decend, they, into night.
As weary lids unite in vain
Upon crimson swollen eyes
By want, they shut to lose in dreams
The cadence of his cries
His loves mnemonic beauty
Is quick to come to thought
With it brings listless comfort
Which in dreams he sought
Her eyes the purest clearest blue
To guide the birds in flight
Her heart could warm ten thousand men
Through bleakest sable night
Those eyes hid many beauties for
A libidos thoughts to pine
The perfect gate through which
Her perfect soul could shine
Her platinum locks caressed the breeze
Like a sirens song of sight
Beckoning toward ceaseless love
From which no want of fight
Her smile could crush the coldest heart
With its persuasive might
It was that which made the heavens dare
To mistrust their own pure light
The crystal lips through which it shone
Were to be reveled by the gods
With tender lips and perhaps a kiss
Ones heart was put at odds
It was in her endless poetry
In every tiny part
That he saw himself forever gone
Embridled by his heart
She was royalty of innocence
Atop a throne of white
And only by untimely death
Robbed of that birthright
The brackish wells with which he sees
Spill forth their wretched prize
His heart by lovers passing gone
He sleeps he dreams he dies
Every night like that before
He rests his somber head
Haunted by the same cold past
The torment to which hes wed
A wistful lover alone does lay
Disdaining all the morrow
Broken beaten battered by
His ceaseless pain and sorrow
In somber silence summer sails
As rust and bronze, engulf the trails
And leave the brooks bare and browned
While trees in passing fetter the ground
With armied leaves in relentless droves
A rhythmic din through sleeping groves
Leaves which fall single sowing
Soldiers on the blustery blowing
Trees tire sun will gray and pass
Lakes and ponds now casks of glass
Casualties of fall inhumed in white
Give beauties glow to callous night
By mornings break the sun is guised
By bleak and darkened air
The peddler trounced by natures ire
But he too tired to care
This somber hamlet caught amidst
The tempests raising cane
A crash of thunder breaks the roar
Of cold remorseless rain
This one vile day although to ask
To him like all the morrow
Find he a token of his love
Amidst his pain and sorrow
A tiny ember amongst the ash
Of his dying heart
A swell of joy a flash of tears
Ignited by in part
A tiny rose diminutive
Much smaller than the rest
Lost betwixt the leaves and twigs
Barely a rose at best
Precisely at that moment
As beauty reigned supreme
The fates took pity upon this man
Through the roses holy beam
His tears like rain on cobblestones
Do slip betwixt the cracks
The roses glow does bring such warmth
Which his sorry body lacks
His stiff knees crack to meet the dirt
To partake of this prize
And as hes reaching out for love
This somber stranger dies.
Boo for you just realizing that i am "kinda" cute!!! that is it i am going to kick your ass
talk to you in a week