Summerlands

This poem is actually a dream I had once before. It's always gone with me, and has brought me joy in my times of doubt, and has repelled harmful energy from my being.

 
Here we stood by the sea
Lost among the dead and fearful are we.
To the East is the rising sun
To the west the golden orb sets, the night has begun.
In the middle, the scenes do not clash
But meet peacefully above the waves that crash.
In the middle of the scenes, lies the triple moon
Below the silver rays, on a small island, an oak tree looms.

Off in the distance we see them stand
The silver and gold figure welcome us to their land.
Offering us love, and everlasting peace
Their magick fills us, causing mortality to cease.
Free of our shells, they help our spirits fly
Together we laugh and dance across their infinite sky.
Lost in this place and all it's beauty
Complete and full, we are one and merry.

The silver one shows us her truth
Transforming into a mass of unexplainable beauty and youth.
The golden one is now horned, around him are birds and animals that chatter
Calling our names around them both we gather.
"Welcome children, your destinies are fulfilled"
They speak in unison, there voices give us chills.
"Welcome oh sweet ones, join hand in hand
Be happy, be lovely, be one in the Summerland."

Reviews

[Gee Cranstone]

I think this piece of writing is uniquely beautiful

[Shogun]

Hello, Randall Lestrange,

This poem is certainly strange indeed. Maybe its because I don't really read many pieces like this, or whatever, but this piece is quite flawless in my opinion. But your profile has truly piqued my interest. I mean like, Are you really a witch or is it just for the lolz? If so, what do you do? See, now I've sidetracked. The words in the poem flows smoothly, with no turbulence whatsoever. Apart from the slightly creepy subject upon which this was written on, this is definitely quite perfect for me.

Shogun