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| A Faery Sat On A Gryphon's Shoulder |
| A faery sat on my shoulder She whispered in my ear Of deeds and tales long forgotten But still oh so near She whispered of love and lust and pleasure Of men and women she had known All these memories were as treasure Of the wild oats she had sewn Life she had seen And loss she had felt A pain most keene I could tell as she knelt But joy was not beaten And love not dead But mearly sleeping waiting to be awoken If the right word could be said I told her she had naught to fear For a faery I had been searching So I sat....a gryphon..lending it's ear And still she sits there on my shoulder Whispering....laughing....sighing And I hold her oh so dear. |
| BY: Mark Edwards markawsome@hotmail.com 2000 |
| ATTN FAERY FANS: If you like this poem and you want to use it on your site, I ask that you PLEASE e-mail me with the link at the bottom of this paragraph and send me your URL first. I normally am NOT a copyright piggie but I do own the copyright to this and I want to be sure this poem keeps its artistic dignity ..and all that jazz. Thanks guys and girls! |
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