I am a Storyteller, first and foremost. This is my blog for poetry, prose, stories, excerpts of my novels and videos. Been writing since the age of 7. Can't stop or I'll die. Life poetry, prophetic poetry, poetry for all genres. I think you'll find yourself here if you read long enough. Warning: I am a very funny girl with many layers.....
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Sunday, April 16, 2017
Ride through the darkness in a cloak of black
Through forests of Evil and Gray
Over the mountains of volcanic Hate
Into the sunshine of day.
Gallop on horseback to the peak of the hill
As fast as the winds through the leaves
And there you will find only one of it's kind:
The babbling brook that grieves.
Sinister thoughts flash through your mind
As you ride to the valley below
Listening to moan and groan and sob
From forests you never will know.
Ride fast to the river in the palm of the valley
And cleanse your horse and yourself as well
And then all of the beauty of the valley is yours
To reach Heaven, you must go through Hell.
Written when I was a child and I never knew what it meant until now.............