Thursday, July 28, 2011

Poem: The Queen of Sprites

Her Majesty Queen Darkpetal
Of the sprites of Nimbling Wood
Has yet to ascend to full spritehood.
She must find her namesake,
A bird’s tooth, a snake’s eyelid,
And the marrow of a human
To become wholesome.
Created by a dragon’s tear
Striking a blue rose on summer solstice,
She is incomplete, but no sprite yet
Has become whole; she is the first of the kind,
And will become the first whole one.

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