Before me stands a lion with wings
Someone’s too near and forward he springs...
Running with scissors
pointed up...
The fire that burns deep in her eyes
Slowly now, is fading inside...
His eyes of silver were staring forth into the...
His wings folded down at his side...
He came over my house
about a quarter to twelve...
The Moonshine
pure...
She looked down upon me
from her lofty stance...
Not my best poem but i love the theme and believe...
For those of you who don't know; a jenny green...
Sounds of the cold wind
Silent as it blows...
As their prince I’ve held my gleaming...
And who are my sons but bound to me, a destiny the...
Turn back now, determined stranger.
Ye must realize the danger...
Light diminishes from the sky
The darkness falls upon my face...