10-13-2013, 03:38 AM
To Which is Felt, but Never Seen
~A Tale of Nature & It's Children~
[COLOR="Magenta"]
Do you ever Wonder...
When Breeze blows Asunder,
When the Skies part with Thunder,
And the Forest mimics the Tundra,
That all cannot be answered with a just Number?
In the Times of Old,
When men were ever Bold,
There were Tales that were Told,
Around fires to chase the Cold.
Tales of Fantasy, Tales of Whim,
But also of Gore and things ever Grim,
Of things that brought Ecstasy, as Ale flowed from the Rim
One boy had such a Story Told to Him.
"Deep in the Wood and beneath the Trees,
Were Creatures that moved with Agile Ease,
Creatures that looked like you, even me.
But deadly so quick, you'd be on your Knees.
Not only so, were they in Trees,
But alas, to find them on the Breeze!
Wings aflight like you wouldn't Believe,
These Creatures flew, like fallen Leaves.
It's told they are fair, even Kind,
but would readily kick a Man's Behind!
While said to be Wise, they play with the Mind,
Worse than a Man on the Tenth cup of Wine.
Fear not of Them, they are but one of Few
Who may actually do Harm unto You.
For there are others, just like them Too,
Such as Men with Arrows, their Bows aimed True.
These Men with skin, as Pale as the month Twelfth,
It's heard said, that they are called the Elf.
Elusive the lot, wearing animal Pelt,
But unlike the Sylph, they can be seen and then Felt.
Long lived are they, nearly as old as the Sun,
This gives them the belief they are the best Ones.
We are here too, making their patience Run,
But fear not my boy, Not do they come easily Undone
My Boy, My Son, there are many more Tales,
Just know in Danger, you must try and Prevail.
For they do exist, just like a newborn's Wail,
So in time things will change, swifter than a messenger with Mail,
But they like us, will too forth set sail."
In the Event you forget,
The Sylphs, The Elves, they Have not Left.
Many Creatures the boy had not Met,
but never did his mind rest Set.
So all the Numbers you hold ever Keen,
Can not remove all that's Been.
You may think they exist only in Dream,
To Which is Felt, But Never Seen.[/COLOR]
~
Sylph
2013
~
So yeah, I just came up with this on a Whim :p lol.
Like 15mins ago...
Just a fun Rhymey-poem-story on Nature, and how it's under appreciated in our culture today. How we've become so modern, that we've forgotten where we came from, the Tales & Stories that have now been replaced by Movies and just a general dislike of our lives "back in the day" .
I'm no writer, so don't expect flawless beauty lol
Just havin Funz
~A Tale of Nature & It's Children~
[COLOR="Magenta"]
Do you ever Wonder...
When Breeze blows Asunder,
When the Skies part with Thunder,
And the Forest mimics the Tundra,
That all cannot be answered with a just Number?
In the Times of Old,
When men were ever Bold,
There were Tales that were Told,
Around fires to chase the Cold.
Tales of Fantasy, Tales of Whim,
But also of Gore and things ever Grim,
Of things that brought Ecstasy, as Ale flowed from the Rim
One boy had such a Story Told to Him.
"Deep in the Wood and beneath the Trees,
Were Creatures that moved with Agile Ease,
Creatures that looked like you, even me.
But deadly so quick, you'd be on your Knees.
Not only so, were they in Trees,
But alas, to find them on the Breeze!
Wings aflight like you wouldn't Believe,
These Creatures flew, like fallen Leaves.
It's told they are fair, even Kind,
but would readily kick a Man's Behind!
While said to be Wise, they play with the Mind,
Worse than a Man on the Tenth cup of Wine.
Fear not of Them, they are but one of Few
Who may actually do Harm unto You.
For there are others, just like them Too,
Such as Men with Arrows, their Bows aimed True.
These Men with skin, as Pale as the month Twelfth,
It's heard said, that they are called the Elf.
Elusive the lot, wearing animal Pelt,
But unlike the Sylph, they can be seen and then Felt.
Long lived are they, nearly as old as the Sun,
This gives them the belief they are the best Ones.
We are here too, making their patience Run,
But fear not my boy, Not do they come easily Undone
My Boy, My Son, there are many more Tales,
Just know in Danger, you must try and Prevail.
For they do exist, just like a newborn's Wail,
So in time things will change, swifter than a messenger with Mail,
But they like us, will too forth set sail."
In the Event you forget,
The Sylphs, The Elves, they Have not Left.
Many Creatures the boy had not Met,
but never did his mind rest Set.
So all the Numbers you hold ever Keen,
Can not remove all that's Been.
You may think they exist only in Dream,
To Which is Felt, But Never Seen.[/COLOR]
~
Sylph
2013
~
So yeah, I just came up with this on a Whim :p lol.
Like 15mins ago...
Just a fun Rhymey-poem-story on Nature, and how it's under appreciated in our culture today. How we've become so modern, that we've forgotten where we came from, the Tales & Stories that have now been replaced by Movies and just a general dislike of our lives "back in the day" .
I'm no writer, so don't expect flawless beauty lol
Just havin Funz