MagiStream

Red eyes, Red Hair
A cross adorned
A cross to hide behind
Secrets lie detectable by the untrained eye
Sadness hidden away, self-esteem stashed today
What do you hide and want to share?
Come come, we'll talk, over there.

Yellow and Red
Gold and Blood
A piercing gaze
and pink gloves

A silent whisper in the night.
A shady figure making you want to take flight.
Who are you? Who are you?
What are you hiding? Why are you hiding?
Maybe, some questions are better left unknown...

The swirl of a wintry gust
Blazing past you in trails white
whipping past your face
leaving you cold in the night.
The wake of the luna moth,
moonlight in a silver blaze,
the blizzard's soul whooping,
as by candlelight it plays.
Silver ribbons of a goddess,
shining white upon the soul,
leaving anyone who touches shouting,
"it's cold, it's cold, it's cold!"

A dainty little lady,
Who sits, eyes wide with fright
Her name is naught but Ribbon,
Her eyes are dark as night.

Her hair is rather curly,
Atop it sits a bow,
Her clothes are pink but surely,
Her wings are white as snow.

So, who's this little lady?
What does she have to say?
I've ran out of ideas,
So have a wondrous day!

The world has ended
All land has sunk
Now, cities beneath the ocean
Ze tales of what once had been
!
The world is still turning
A blue sphere of water
Nontheless under the surface
Zealous life prevails and evolves
!
The Cycle beginning anew
A perfectly balanced system
New mornings are sparkling the dephts
Zillions of beings enjoying their existance
!

I sat in the woods, wondering when they’d come.
I promised them everything and a promise plus one.
My elbowed ached, my neck was stiff.
The smoke of my campfire only a whiff.

The sun long gone, the Moon just up.
Too long since I had last had my sup.
The dreams didn’t lie, my guide soon to be,
A friend I had promised to I, myself, and me.

A snap of a twig, the rustle of breath.
Yellow eyes in the bush, to untrustworthy, death.
Out came my gryphon, wolf and owl.
A promise kept and treasured, my protector on the prowl.

I held out my hand, a champion as promised.
They bowed their head, a champion as promised.
We did not say names, for we needed none.
Together forever, protectors as one.

It goes into the night,
quietly buzzing around,
brightening everyone's life.

A small blip
in the stary night it is,
though as significant as any other.

a weird little shadow
i can barely see
although
i have to agree
it is a strange thing
indeed.

but once night falls
i cant recall
what it even looked like
i wish i could
i really do!
but perhaps im not supposed to.

All one can tell of it,
is its' face,
but what no one can see of it,
is the face's meaning.

Is it perhaps a willingness to play?
Confidence,
A counter of hidden dismay?
Expressions are everything.