Invisible Ink

I sit here and write,
about my knight.
In my sweet invisible ink.
As I think,
about my dazzling knight,
my ink forms words,
and those words form sights.
I gaze at the sights,
as the creep along my page.
I watch as my knight,
slowly walks his horse,
in the night,
through the course,
no need to force.
He slowly turns his dazzling face,
and stabs a dragon with his mace.
I slowly gaze in fears,
As he tucks a loose strand,
ever so slowly,
behind my ear.
He softens his gaze,
and lowers his mace.
Then he gazes at my face,
and I gaze right back.
But the ink turned clear again,
I ever so slowly,
lowered my pen,
and my eyes began to tear.





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Lexie96 said...
Oct. 28, 2011 at 12:57 pm
I like the context and the idea of this poem a lot, but I feel like maybe you are limiting yourself with the rhyming scheme... just a thought. Check out my work sometime?
 
Lexie96 said...
Oct. 28, 2011 at 12:55 pm
I like the context and the idea a lot, but I feel like maybe you are limiting yourself by the rhyming scheme... check out my work sometime?
 
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