Bedtyme Tayle

witches and elves and fires....oh MY

Bedtyme Tayle

 

 

Stone of heart and cruel of sight,

seeks the dragon drops of blood;

love so pure amidst the mud,

shields the children from the Night.

 

Faerie tales grow cold and dank,

rotting in the minds of dark;

seek the breath of hopeful spark,

‘light upon the river’s bank.

 

Toil witches o’er their brew,

crying lying tears of truth;

soulless whim of tortured youth,

giving life to nothing new.

 

Restless elves surround the glow,

kicking dust on dimming fire;

passive dream and deep desire,

knowing not the Earth below.

 

 

                                          dan © 2015

Reviews

[Confuser]

Oh my....like this theme, you do it well: First stanza great startlove so pure amidst the mud,shields the children from the Night. Lovin stanza 2 as well: Ominous! The fear builds...I also love soulless whim of tortured youth, giving life to nothing new; great lines! And it builds to the last stanza; I love the poem and am also discovering the wonderful writing: in passive dream and deep desire knowing not the earth below; got to get into my fairy tale mood; all in all, it's great! May give it a try one day. Thank you. Dale

[dan]

Dale, I'm glad that you liked Bedtyme Tayle, thank you for the read and review. I actually wrote this for my stepdaughter who loves this type of writing. She loved it, made her day; that, in turn, made mine. Thanks again. take care...dan

[Confuser]

You are welcome!

[Alisa Js]

Hello Dan,

Thanks for taking this reader on a journey in the mind's eye. Very well done, you!

Alisa ;-)

[dan]

Thank you, Alisa. You're the only one who reviewed this piece. I thought it would attract more attention. You've got good taste in poetry, young lady! 8^) take care...dan