(Along the top of the page are several scribbled out lines, the author's first attempts at starting his creative flow. There is a few drops of wine and ink along the top of the page)
Like a goddess she stands,
Enrobed in beautiful green,
Soft, golden tresses glimmering in the light.
Haunter of my dreams and desires.
How I yearn to see you dance free and happy,
Laughter upon thy lips.
Thy sweet, soft lips.
My love unyielding, yet never succeeding,
(Here is an angry jab into the paper with the pen and a few ink splatters)
Burning in secret pyres of desire.
Blue eyes, glistening like the playful waves of the ocean hold me captive.
(At this point his writing trails off and turns into a sketch of the likeness of Brynleigh. There is an ink splatter here to suggest he dropped his pen)
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A Vague Attempt At Poetry
Submitted by Raevenhart on February 18th, 2017
