Poem46: Atherlion
How often see the kalebs flutter
in a flattering wind.
To see the burgles on the corner
of enmac and ensin.
Where the cackles spin and turn
amongst the breckenway.
To watch the elf-maids loe
(and sometimes even lay).
How swirlish is the ronny breeze
How purple is the sun
That shines upon the drackish land
of fair Atherlion.
In Quillib did my sister ride
upon the steed moonray.
While I with Mackren cards
did games of magic play.
The elf-Maids surely I did see
(and sometimes even lay).
While cackles spun in jealousy
as did the breckenway.
How swirlish is the ronny breeze
How purple is the sun
That shines upon the drackish land
of fair Atherlion.
in a flattering wind.
To see the burgles on the corner
of enmac and ensin.
Where the cackles spin and turn
amongst the breckenway.
To watch the elf-maids loe
(and sometimes even lay).
How swirlish is the ronny breeze
How purple is the sun
That shines upon the drackish land
of fair Atherlion.
In Quillib did my sister ride
upon the steed moonray.
While I with Mackren cards
did games of magic play.
The elf-Maids surely I did see
(and sometimes even lay).
While cackles spun in jealousy
as did the breckenway.
How swirlish is the ronny breeze
How purple is the sun
That shines upon the drackish land
of fair Atherlion.
posted by DyingBurningFighting at 2:24 PM
2 Comments:
I don't know much about poetry, but I know what I like, and I like this one!
Love the language you're using, the only thing is I don't know like half of these words. LOL.
That's because I made all those words up!
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