Young Writers Society

this is what happens when you read to much Keats...oi vey. still in the refining process...comments appreciated.

CL

little princes dregded in slumber
wake the mind's width and wonder
and in the darkling silent deep
they climb the dreamer's craggy steep

to look o'er the breaking fall
of Hyperion and Shadow's Crawl
to soar above the Journey's End
only to land in sand again

to slap and dash among ravishthieves
to wander and scamper round verdant trees
to cast a light in the SeaHouse grate
venturing towards a Hobbler's fate

to swash and buckle like Musketeers
to scuttle and roar away swifttears
courting the damsels in distress
whispering nightly to venturing Bess
chasing the hounds the green to roam
only to come sluggishly home

sweeping the bedclothes away with the night
here comes the offending light
two bodies stir from languor deep
their tales the sleep to keep