In a place where secrets lie
and rest their heads on beds of dreams
she sleeps in tangled weave.
In a place were the sun shines not
shadows gather to dance and cavort
she weaves a tangled skein.
In a place were the fae bones rest
covered in moss and sorrow
she threads the knuckles to chime on the breeze.
A place were dragons chase the dusk away
dancing across dandelions in rampant fun
Her eye ajar in cat-like sliver.
A place were the satyrs sing
a merry jig of addling ale
Her memories stir from long lost times.
A place were bold adventures come
with bright steel and hearty tales
She sows the seeds of fame and fortune
watered with blood and tears
a fruit worth plucking from its tree.
She calls as friend and drinks as foe.
Ramblings of a MMO gamer guy 
I dig it.
ty sir 🙂
I like it 🙂
Thanks!
I am a writer first and poet second but its nice to take a break from book writing and editing to accept the challenge to write a poem. 🙂
See? that’s what I said 🙂
Great poem mate, I am still puzzling over who ‘she’ really is!
Hehe, a blend of fate, desire, hope and fears, the things you find in secret places, add a dash of fairytales