Precious

Dragonflies, a butterfly,

So pretty as they flutter by,

Reminds me of a lullaby,

With which I sang you to sleep.

 

I watch you as your dreams unfold,

Your destiny, as yet, untold,

The tiny hand takes mine, so bold!

A precious memory for you to keep.

The Lay of Liars

A new poem from Cyralost’s mythology

Silly Poem #200!

My English teacher shouted: ‘You boy!’

Rather scarily,

‘Give two examples of pronouns!’

And I said: ‘Who, me?’