iLight
Smash Lord
I in no way consider myself a professional writer, which is of course why I would like your feedbacks thanks =]
"The Fool"
A kings fool has quite a back round,
He was pale and silent, alone.
They all knew him as the fool,
No one would ever toss a bone.
He went around and kept council;
Alone, he would go, cept for few.
he was a stranger to no one
And while outside all was askew.
Inside he kept many a thing,
He wasn't so strange after all
You see, just a bit different.
It was like he held up a wall.
His true talent was known to one,
He was a great artist and yet,
While his art depicted HIS bright soul,
He hid all with great regret.
"The Lonely Road"
Wandering down the lonely road
His thoughts as lost as his soul
But brand new things began to bode;
Well, to the path thats newly showed,
His mind was battered as his sole.
But brand new things began to bode;
A newfound choice has been sowed
He wants to feel a bit more whole
Wandering down the lonely road.
His feelings pockmarked as a toad
While nothing seemed to fill the hole.
But brand new things began to bode;
Nothing, Nothing could ever goad
Him to pay his life's own toll
Wandering down the lonely road
Whoa to the one that tried to load
All his days upon his soul
But brand new things began to bode;
Wandering down the loney road.
And finally one that isn't done yet, i plan on writing 2 more sets of 4 stanzas for this ballad
but i thought i'd share this first set
"The Misanthropic Rose"
She was a girl, taken apart.
Her name, Elizabeth.
Her acumen, unrivaled art.
she found in me, a trust.
A young and misanthropic rose
Her world, attacked her.
Undue, unfair, the pain it shows.
She was sweet, yet morose.
Though wilting, she began anew.
Through luck we entwined.
A chary concord, gently grew.
We both searched for hope.
Prudent, her calyx blushed.
A soft eclipsed belle.
Rare beauty, she leaves me flushed.
Her color a smitten gift.
"The Fool"
A kings fool has quite a back round,
He was pale and silent, alone.
They all knew him as the fool,
No one would ever toss a bone.
He went around and kept council;
Alone, he would go, cept for few.
he was a stranger to no one
And while outside all was askew.
Inside he kept many a thing,
He wasn't so strange after all
You see, just a bit different.
It was like he held up a wall.
His true talent was known to one,
He was a great artist and yet,
While his art depicted HIS bright soul,
He hid all with great regret.
"The Lonely Road"
Wandering down the lonely road
His thoughts as lost as his soul
But brand new things began to bode;
Well, to the path thats newly showed,
His mind was battered as his sole.
But brand new things began to bode;
A newfound choice has been sowed
He wants to feel a bit more whole
Wandering down the lonely road.
His feelings pockmarked as a toad
While nothing seemed to fill the hole.
But brand new things began to bode;
Nothing, Nothing could ever goad
Him to pay his life's own toll
Wandering down the lonely road
Whoa to the one that tried to load
All his days upon his soul
But brand new things began to bode;
Wandering down the loney road.
And finally one that isn't done yet, i plan on writing 2 more sets of 4 stanzas for this ballad
but i thought i'd share this first set
"The Misanthropic Rose"
She was a girl, taken apart.
Her name, Elizabeth.
Her acumen, unrivaled art.
she found in me, a trust.
A young and misanthropic rose
Her world, attacked her.
Undue, unfair, the pain it shows.
She was sweet, yet morose.
Though wilting, she began anew.
Through luck we entwined.
A chary concord, gently grew.
We both searched for hope.
Prudent, her calyx blushed.
A soft eclipsed belle.
Rare beauty, she leaves me flushed.
Her color a smitten gift.