Young Writers Society

The Virgin
The castle lay still and chaste
Filled with gold mines and trees
A trapped door
That lets no man in
Only to dream
Like a delicate flower
On a stem of thorns
There she lays
Like a wisp's light
She must be kept
In a tale of endurance
Within fragility, strength lies.
Time has come, o fair maiden
Let love lost, lingering within your walls, in
If it be not,
let moths, wasps and time
Return the tresure hidden to waste.

A bronyx tale
Near the willow creek
A meeting of warships
The hummingbird's song
Halted by 'bangs and gongs'
A thousand feets crashing
In a cloud of dust
Near the willow creek
The earth,
A rhapsody of tragedy
Swaying grass bleached blonde
The river, as still as the bodies
That lay along its bank
Near the willow creek
An eternal haven of lives lost.

The Unknown
The roads there are many
That lead to 'no-where'
I had begun, just barely
That I should stop and stare

In the realm of the unknown
In the light of the unseen
Men drown
Afraid of being

Sadened thereof for the lack
The reality brings me
This road must  I take
Out of the chaos and mayhem

Here in the land of secrets
I enter where strong hearts failed to dare
The words I speak are discreet
Take heed and conquer your fear