The Fair Princess

A Poem by Deidara

A rose emerges from the frost,

while the snow covered grass waves slightly.

The chilly river floods over its banks and

life rushes to usher in the new dawn.

Deep blue mountains stand at attention on the horizon.

A cold wind sweeps through the green plains from the west,

and a luminous sun rises from the east.

The shadows of the trees murmur quietly amongst themselves.

A flock of birds sing their song,

squirrels bring forth a bounty of food,

dogs quickly clear a path, and

woodchucks sound the alarm.

Softly she walks into the clearing.

Mahogany hair flows regally behind her.

Her pale complexion blends in with the snow

and blood red lips form a small smile.

A long, soft green dress wraps around her body,

adorned with pansies, lilacs, and daffodils.

Around her head rests a crown of Spring.

Her feet are bare.

Her hazel eyes scan the snowy valley.

Carefully she sits upon the frozen throne.

Her slender hand gently holds a scarlet scepter.

And at once the valley welcomes the new monarch.

© 2014 Deidara

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~*~Peace Keeper~*~

I like the imagery, "A rose emerges from the frost" I like that image. This sorta reminds me of Snow White, but only because of her pale complexion and rose colored lips. I would like to see this poem played out more with more imagery, but that is just me.

Good Job