Softly she glided across the carpeted moss
With every step excitement tingled
here she neared her destination,
and it tingled in her veins

There he was, oblivious to her approach
Gleaming muscles shone in the moonlight
Dark skin glistened from a dip in the clear lake
Laughing at the antics of her handsome steed.

Her silent whistle beckoning her noble stallion to her side
Much to her untold love's surprise

The wild stallion he once thought, belonging to the lady of the forest.
She leaped upon his back and called to the dark stranger

Upon my steed you will safely travel, and I will lead us safely through
The wonders of the twilight.
Unknown "loca" Wild - 15 years, 12 months, 4 days ago

The Dark Woods are calling me,
beckoning for me to follow,
follow deep into the woods of peace,
calling, ever calling for me to follow.
And I must follow them, follow on and on,
wander among the whispering trees,
whispering by the pond,
whispering in the breeze.
Whispering my name, calling me further in,
on and on I will walk paying no heed to the passing time,
just looking for places I have not been
up on a hill I climb,
above the trees, and all I see is woods,
here I will rest on the rocky hillside,
and in the morning keep on, in the dark woods.
Alysianne DeSha
Unknown "loca" Wild - 16 years, 15 days ago

Round and round she twirls,
The stamping feet getting louder,
With every twist she swirls,
The pounding of the drums going round her.

Their hands clap, their bracelets jingle,
The steps are proof of her skill,
She'll dance 'til twilight still.

Faster, faster she moves her feet,
'Til all you see is a blur,
Come, see the gypsy's feat,
For it is pure,
Watch as night fades away.
Alysianne DeSha

Yes, this is MY POEM!!!! Don't you dare try to steal it!
Unknown "loca" Wild - 16 years, 15 days ago