Tired of being chased away from the tree of life,

Bored, looking for something new.

Leisurely drinking from the lake of youth,

Trotting onto the surface,

Wondering where the little elf prince is.

Ruler of this sea rising up,

Don’t feel like philosophy,

Quick flap of wings across the lake,

Into the forest.


Floating over faerie glen,

Easy landing in a clearing.

Tempted by the apples of a tree of knowledge,

Observing the curiosity underneath,

Naked, weak,

Huddled sleeping.

Elf prince silent approach,

Heard only when whispering into ear,



HORSES HORSE HORSE the poetry series https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/thisisTMS


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