Earenniel, The Ocean Princess

Far across the seven seas,
by the water magic guided,
in between the sands and trees
of island, peaceful tribe resided.

The ruler of the distant isle -
a riot and a war repressor,
had a cheerful, charming child -
the only Ocean Throne successor.

With hair of shining, waving gold,
eyes: deep water blue sapphires,
hands that made the oceans fold
and smile that everyone desires.

Her footprints were the earth's blessing,
her speech was like a calming rain,
her lilium silk splendid dressing
set fire to the passion train.

But all the harmony and these
cherished times of peace related
grew darker and then came to cease
as force, unknown to all invaded.

The island blackened, the king - dethroned,
ruthlessly, the tribe was slain,
their screams echoed, their bodies - drowned,
red blood ran through every lane.

The princess, lone survivor, stood
before the fearsome doomsday trice
and turned the massive bloody flood
into crystal block of ice.

Sleeping in the cold thread,
the darkness she could not repel.
Neither living, nor dead,
frozen, trapped in her own spell.

Author's Note

Opened for any critics.

Reviews

[A. Amos]

You my friend are great poet as its not easy to write poetic story, you pull the strings brilliantly...

[elvenom]

Thank you for your support.

[Moonie]

I love the last line - "frozen, trapped in her own spell" . The poem is very vivid. I also like the dream like quality it has. Stunning!!

[elvenom]

Thank you very much. It was meant to show both a good side and a bad side of a story and I don't know how it all worked out. Glad to have your support!

[Moonie]

You're most welcome. I love your poetry style.

[Salem]

you know your way around the words :)

[elvenom]

Thank you for the support. I am honored!