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Star Child in WinterCarefully, I step on the white dusted grass.
The frozen evening dew moistens me.
It is cold – I do not feel it.
Only the silence of the night is all around me.

My hair becomes entangled in an icy wind.
So that I fear to be blown away.
I reach out for the branch of a tree
To seek help and protection.

In front of me I can see the forest in awesome loftiness.
The trees welcome me.
Finally I arrive at the spot I am heading to –
The clearing – a spiritual place.

I stop in the middle of this circle –
Symbol of eternity, image of perfection.
I wait and only my breath can be heard.
Time seems to stand still.

Then, at last – the cloud
A Magic Night of Sorrow and Hope
I feel that something in the wood is other than usual.
There is a happy mood that is mysterious at the same time.
The senses are sharpened.

Like from afar I mean to hear the music of elves.
The songs they are singing are merry and joyous.
Songs that echo through the night that will not become dark.
Songs, penetrating deep into my soul.
That let me forget this world and make me dreaming.

But beyond all high mountains, under oaks and beeches dense.
There, where the moss has a sappy green and
The light breaks through the foliage,
Lies a pool deeply hidden, legendary and mythical,
Carries a whispering secret, conceals its power in the
Eyes in the ForestIn the wild wood, in the dark forest,
Beyond human eyes.
There lies the world under a magic spell,
The fog never evaporated.

The trees are tall and grey there,
They sway and lament.
Tales they whisper furtively
Of long forgotten elder days.

In mossy lichen and fern shrubs
Silently dance the elven folk.
They weave the veils of mist
And turn around in circles.

In the wild forest, at a dark place,
Hidden away from human hands.
There the old tale still lives,
Its secret never discovered.

Deep between stone and root work,
In a dark chamber,
A dwarf is forging with magic power,
Wields steadily his hammer.

And high up in dense branch entangleme
Black Bird of Winter NightSnow-covered are the fir-trees,
Breaking under the weight.
Fogs are spinning and spreading
Along paths and ravines.

Snowflakes fall softly like in a dream -
I wander silent through the limitless space.
And far away, world and time sink with me
Into the great white solitude.

In the evening, smooth dark wings
Spread gently blessing
Over all hills and forests
The comforting night.

Black bird of night,
My glance strikes you.
Far, immense far,
You are flying and you never come back.

Time stands still when I see you.
Gently the clouds pass by.
When day goes to rest
Then I want to flee with you.

Away, lost in the night,
Accompan
Elven HopeI have a dream
Of another world
Where no-one resembles the other.
But where all are one
In a world of diversity
That plants every flower at the right spot.

I dream of a world
Where hate is unknown
Either among individuals or the great nations.
There is only the appreciation of the others' life
At all their places.

I dream of a great sign
That will re-unite in joy
All once scattered.
Brother will not be angry with brother anymore
And everybody understands
That living is now the new dimension.

I see a new world
Where shining light nets
Spread like a shield across the Earth
From east to west and from south to north.

I dream
Entreaties to Nature
You gave us the sun for our time
And we know that when it will sink forever
Also each life on this planet will be extinguished.
In vain were all hopes, plans
And their fulfilments.

Let our hearts love and not hate,
Let our hands do good whenever it is needed
So that they help and do not kill.

Let our transitory and often hard lifes
Find faith and support with your powers.
With that we put up resistance to
Injuries and afflictions and do not let us
Deviate from our good intentions.

When our lips express our thoughts
Let them always form words of truth and of good will.
And that nobody is harmed in his dignity and reputation
By
Hymn to the MoonIn the hours of your brilliance
Dark soul's child is dying.
You cause new visions -
The sad eye becomes blind.

Moon, mirror of the sun in the darkness!

Kisses are easily shed
In your protective refuge.
Caressed by Venus' whisper
Prohibited barriers yield.

Moon, celestial crown!

Illuminator of the star map,
You show the way to the lost.
Those who seek shelter in the bright light
Cower at the wooden bridge.

Moon, watch-tower of deliverance!

Underneath your canopy
All earth-creatures are sleeping.
In your lap you gently rock
Germinating traces of life.

Moon, bearer of life,
Executor of time,
Galactical guardian!

Moon, patro
The Birth of a New LightThe days are cold, the nights grow dark.
The garden has now turned grey.
The icy chill is freezing lake as well as bark.
The first snow has fallen earlier today.

The days are grey, the nights are long.
The garden has now turned white.
But from afar I hear a song
And see a wonderous light.

Up in the winter's dark night-skies
I see a bright new shining star
And in the air a great song lies.
The light seems not so far.

The night - it is the Christmas night -
It has come round now at last.
It turns all the darkness bright.
It gives the world a joyous sight.
It strikes for me a newborn light,
Embraces me with all its might
Before
Winter Moon in the ForestDeeply imprisoned in white frost,
The winter forest lies covered with snow,
Tells of long gone times,
Lapsed into the distances of the forests.

The wind sings silently past melodies,
Sensible while fading away,
When I listen in the silence
And see through the cold.

White flakes are driven by the wind.
Trembling leaves are blown with snow dust.
And some kind of sadness
Is weeping crystals here and there.

And a chill lies in the air.
A snow that once was a bud
Is falling on Earth's soil.

In the bright shine of the full moon night
Filigree trees clad in black form
A lane along the edge of the forest,
Dream themselves into the s
Samhain
November Eve -
Summer is turning,
Darkness touches the day,
Puts on her black glove.
Gone the times of abundance.
Cold covers the land,
Nature dies,
Prepares the rebirth in spring.

Let us kindle the fires,
Dance and celebrate.
When the veils between the worlds open,
The dead will walk freely among us in this night
And the gods pay tribute
To fertility for a last time.

Let us draw the circle,
From outside walking inwards,
Rest, abide,
Break bread, empty the cup,
Ask for guidance and cognition,
Visualize the own mortality
And prepare for the new outer existence.
Hunting Avalon's MoonBeneath a sky of Kings, mortal life quivered
Warm rains spilled a fever of unborn dreams;
— like a silent song of golden pollen falling in
timeless reverie, seeding forests arcane
The dawn of enchantment crested ancient lands,
adorning the hunger of shadows and spirits
Long I stood in the flow of primeval rapture...
where unto the hallowed beckoned wild
I slept in the cradle of Nature's magick,
windswept in feasts of tongue & flame
Dreams and dreamers, in haste I did reap
And I thrusted my sword into the sky
Ever night's bequest, the stars shall not die

Thru seasons of fabled rhythms I roamed;
— my soul etched into the mists
A Tale of Elves and Fairies
At a time, when humans still believed in faeries and elves, they possessed power. A power of which they were not conscious. They created what they thought and only by their will-power the fabulous creatures of their fantasies came to life. So it happened that the lonely dark woods were suddenly populated by gentle wood spirits. Delicate elves, dainty nymphs, graceful little fairies swinging themselves from branch to branch left sparkling stardust on their ways. A wonderful mystical world was arisen und its habitants were just waiting for assisting humanity. Those who were desperate and sad could call them and they always came to help. Then it
Night in the Autumnal Wood
Slowly the sun is setting in the distance,
In the sky already the first stars are twinkling.

The river is shimmering like a silver band.
Peace invades the whole land.

Full and round the moon illumines the earth,
So that it will finally become night again.

But in the middle of the wood –
There is a clearing fair –
An elf is sitting under the trees –
Lost in musing –
I was sunk in better times.

Silent, timeless -
One with nature –
Moonlight in the autumnal wood.
Leaves glisten softly,
Music strikes up
Beautiful like starlight.

The whisper of the worlds,
The glances of magic,
And the eternity of elves
Happy Task (Shakespearean Sonnet) - Div.RewritingsMy original

Walking along the beach is like a dream.
My toes slipping into the golden sand.
The water also refreshing my legs with a stream.
Memories passing by my thought's inner land.

Building Sand Castles and Buried.
When I lay down I see the world going by.
I hear the calm waves at the shore as they hurried.
The sun's glare reflecting off the sea is hitting my eye.

The sun is leaving beautiful orange traces.
The distant rocks are having more fun.
With waves hitting the hard and stony faces.
I love seeing the setting of the sun.

But before that it dances at the sky in a beautiful hue -
I love being at the beach but it is better with yo
Woodland BirthIn the starlight I walked along, loaded with thoughts.
Over the dark forest the dew sank soon.
The morning was still far.
I could hear the noises from the distant village.

Deep into the forest I was roaming underneath the starry sky.
I followed a path like velvet and moss, took off my shoes.
The breath like a foggy breeze, like fire without smoke.
My blood pulsated in my veins.

Silent world seized me –
My language faded,
And like on the first day – so easy, free and unequalled
I freed me from my self and became eternal.

The oak, so high, was reaching to the stars.
Higher and ever higher I climbed.
Mounted through space and time
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The velvety Dress of Night

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When night
Raises her velvety dress
And wraps me up
In merciful darkness
All my ways guide me
Back to myself.

Through the vale of despair
Lead my paths
To the forests of mourn -
Guide me to a lake
Fed from my tears.

The trees whisper of past times
Of happiness and sorrow,
Whisper with a voice of yearning
Of dreams and wishes.

The wind brings me tidings
Of those who left
Whose dreams haunt me
Every night.

Silent voices tell of ties
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Inseparable.
Whisper questions
That move my heart.

When night
Raises her velvety dress
And wraps me up.

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Comfort and release given by the night, embracing everything in her easing dark arms.
©2013 *Malintra-Shadowmoon
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Critique by ~NotenSMSK Feb 9, 2013, 11:01:41 AM
Hello, I am on behalf of :iconthecritiquables:

This was quite a wonderful read. First the title. It is not only imaginative, it is beautiful. It makes the reader wonder beforehand what you may have written. And it met my expectations.

The start is full of imagery and poetic essence and the rest of the work follows like a fairy tale. Events come one after the other, not necessarily in a chronological order but in a proper rhythm. I liked how you described sounds, whispers of the trees and the lake fed by your tears.

Then you discuss the wind and its tidings... it somewhat reminds me of a work of mine that is also situated in a forest but alas they are different. The ending now... is a bit controversial. While I like the ending, it feels incomplete. I wonder if a stanza would help or some addition would look fine. I am not sure so I won't give alternatives. It is just that the sentence feels like it is missing something.

Over all it is a fine work. I enjoyed reading it. Keep writing!
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~shehrozeameen Feb 14, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
this poem itself treats the night as if it was an entity... that is different from the usual poems which more or less view the night as is... just a phase, or a presence...

Its rare to come across poems like this, since I have yet to read a poem that talked of the night in such a context.

Moving on to the poem itself, its clear in its imagery - the use of punctuation adds to that movement of the poem itself. And well... the stanzas themselves could be taken separately, and still would be talking about the theme itself.

the use of "velvety dress" gives a sense of... emotional warmth; one could take it in a royal sense, so in that context its a good use of imagery to describe what the reader is looking at. The protagonist herself, without exactly providing details of what frightened her or made her feel uncomfortable with the night, is fairly well drawn. At least, I think she's well drawn.
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*Malintra-Shadowmoon Feb 14, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for your comment.
Yes, you may say so that I have a special relation to the night, better said my soul has it (not my body) :)
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~shehrozeameen Feb 14, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Oh... alright.

The body's a vessel in the end.
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=DragonsChest Feb 7, 2013  Professional Writer
A really lovely poem... :aww:
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*Malintra-Shadowmoon Feb 8, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks a lot for your kind comment :)
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=DragonsChest Feb 9, 2013  Professional Writer
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*SovereignSin Feb 5, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I was going to leave a thoughtful comment of my own, but Wingz said it best. Thank you for writing this wonderful poem.
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*Malintra-Shadowmoon Feb 5, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you for your comment. You are very welcome :)
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=WiNGz69 Feb 4, 2013  Student Writer
Its beautiful - I want to wrap myself with your poem like a warm blanket, grab a cup of tea and read it again :).
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*Malintra-Shadowmoon Feb 4, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks. I am glad that you like it :)
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