The fairy tale begins deep in the magic woodland. The story unfolds in poetic form as The Little Sprout tries to find his path in life. What will he decide to do? What will he become? What would you do, if you were a sprout? Fully colorized, featuring art by Muse.
Be still the moonlight in harbor’s dim
A tepid mongrel soul does serendipitously swim.
I flutter neath life’s mortal sleep ~
Faithfully keeping secrets of the deep.
Long ago in ages of innocent youth
A heart was tied, entangled ~ not aloof.
My love was given as the wind ~
Freely floating without end. We danced in meadows filled with green
Our private clover guarded and unseen.
We planted seeds that broke the soil ~
Some were fruitful ~ others spoiled. Two souls united ~ or so I thought
We dwell in sunlight where we ought.
Dark social noblemen shunned from our sight ~
Nary did we mourn our peasantry plight. The days passed as days must do and our love
Was discovered and was tested for the truth.
It was Medusa in her garden of blackness bitter born ~
Who whispered to her lover, ‘I shall attack at morn’.
So she bade us welcome with her serpent’s demonic hiss
We recoiled instantly with a sight such this.
Medusa whispered in your ear all your hurts,
your horrors, your fears.
United we stood firmly in the light ~
Daring not to pass from our meadow into Medusa’s black of night.
She watched us with beady eyes that swayed a reptilian dance
Little by little, I felt your body waver in a metronomic trance.
She smiled wickedly and with a darting of her tongue ~
She softened her hissing to a liar’s preening hum.
She sung to you all your joys, your wants, your hopes and spoils
And your love flickered but for an instant ~
but indeed the deed was done.
For in that one moment of betrayal, Medusa’s seduction
had now won.
She pulled you to her meadow where pestilence was seed ~
And harvest was the human hearts from which we all bleed.
I stood at the meadow’s gate mourning in the sun ~
While you my love were gnawed upon the deceit of the one.
With sword in hand I charged forth ~ To grapple in the bleak ~
To traverse all of hell for the true love I seek.
But nay…my victory was not to be ~
For as I raised my blade, your voice contently bade me stay ~
Your hands unyielding, held my armament at bay.
This tale will not find me in Dante’s dark abode ~
And though I am dead, I am no longer alone.
For Neptune and Poseidon, gave me shelter from the green.
I await the gates of heaven as I swim within the sea ~
And though I am forgiven ~ From your love I shall never be free.
An expression that is amazing in its construction and so relevant to me atleast as to how i see things today. Thank you Pansylee. your poetic mind made it powerful and appealed to the core of my being !!!
Yes, Sai ! This is what I feel & hear 2day as 2 much the world seems determined 2 encase itself within a shell of ignorance, numbness & complacency. The soothing solace of heavenly respite & soulful retreat; offers sustenance for another’s day…when we the armor once more. GBU
And just like that HE shows up Comforting me, consoling me Relieving me of all that had me froze up How could I but glory in HIS love for me I shall forever praise HIS name Ever since HE came into my life, I am not the same Forgiven and loved Saved and gratified I belong to Jesus
Loving & treasuring your words, blushing/humbling! Loving you ~ comments or none dear SISTER … Your pen reminds me of this … “Keep telling, keep telling, Of Jesus and Heaven above; Keep telling to others you meet on the way, The wonderful story of love.”