The Water Sprite

Step outside when three moons change and your horizon's turning strange. A crimson lady will be joining thee, to lead you into mystery! A widow black lies in wait, in her cobweb that is silver made. The lady takes you to willow's end, when the harpenists play is close at hand. "Come to my fathomless pond, through the pearly curtain see. Hear my notes from far beyond, I'll drown thy woe and comfort thee!" He sits on olden stone, to welcome you at home. And with its weaving chords, the water tells with hollow words: "Come to my fathomless pond, where it is so gently cool. Hear my notes from far beyond, pick the rose and I will rule!"

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025

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I'm searching for things forlorn, I'm marooned and sneaking along life's forest. Water sings over ageless rocks, The air is dump and within me. I can hear the leafs whispering! But where are the clouds, My constellations have changed. No signpost to walk for! I'm wearing limbs of stone and wide yawning valleys, While the sun moves on and the fading light paints distant echoes of life...

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

You saw sagacious Solomon You know what came of him, To him complexities seemed plain. He cursed the hour that gave birth to him And saw that everything was vain. How great and wise was Solomon. The world however did not wait But soon observed what followed on. Its wisdom that had brought him to this state. How fortunate the man with none. You saw courageous Caesar next You know what he became. They deified him in his life Then had him murdered just the same. And as they raised the fatal knife How loud he cried: you too my son! The world however did not wait But soon observed what followed on. Its courage that had brought him to that state. How fortunate the man with none. You heard of honest Socrates The man who never lied: They weren't so grateful as you'd think Instead the rulers fixed to have him tried And handed him the poisoned drink. How honest was the peoples noble son. The world however did not wait But soon observed what followed on. Its honesty that brought him to that state. How fortunate the man with none. Here you can see respectable folk Keeping to gods own laws. So far he hasn't taken heed. You who sit safe and warm indoors Help to relieve out bitter need. How virtuously we had begun. The world however did not wait But soon observed what followed on. Its fear of God that brought us to that state. How fortunate the man with none.

Submitted by SerpentEve — Nov 16, 2025

In the deep forest by a yearnings side Is a flower growing in the still of the night. Moonlit night with her would blend - if you break her: Your life must end! And the lonely night sky does his moonshine send, To caress that flower in no-mans-land. Moonlit night with her would blend - if your break her: Your life must end!

The swing of Luna hangs in stoic calm, Since the silver winds are silent. Swansongs sounding through out the realm. Moonface left the lantern island. This were the nights, when all candles glowed, But it's darker now like shadows of old. Silent singers haunt their song of moonface, Who to death moved on. No pale patch will ever fall, Across nights withering bed. This place is cursed since moonface is dead.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

He rushed through the mountains, Little waters followed him and crossed his path in fountains. His breast is aching and the forest is shaking, The mist builds mighty forms! He's waiting breathless with staring eyes restless, To gather all his storms! The thunder rolls and the sun-blade glows, To kill his undermining worm! He looses ground and his eyes half closed, Seeking for a small wandering star. He's feeling grey and getting light. A shadow player, dancing in it's scar. He will rush through the mountains, Little waters followed him to cross his path in fountains. Heaven and earth becoming one and he stays isolate. Something is close behind him, that man can't take!

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025