Rebecca Roeder
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Flitting figures dart about in my mind-faeries-
an array of colour- a spectrum
formed by these small spectral beings
makes me ponder over their very existence.
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Norway the beautiful, how lovely thou are,
with your glistening crystal waters flowing like silk bed sheets
and bubbling, running through a mass of lush trees, long and far.
Forests are shrouded with cool mist and fog that meet
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Drink in great draughts of this intoxicating elixir
The maiden trembles as the snake licks her
Pleasure rolls over the senses and true knowledge is born
Senseless doctrines are what we scorn.
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Dark halos float above us
And an ominous presence-much like death- manifests.
As the rain falls in pools,
You look into it,
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Ignorance is not bliss; I do not follow you.
Stupidity and blind subservient sheep
The shepherd a drunkard, I turn away.
The black sheep, I follow a different path
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Rebecca Roeder Biography
Born in Springfield Missouri, there wasn't much to do, as a child she read books and dreamt about the otherworlds she was always daydreaming and was never really 'of the earth', and her poetry reflects that. She is involved in many obscure things; she is a bisexual satanist and a misanthrope of sorts with a love for nature and animals. She longs for perfection and beauty to exist in all things and wishes that the human race weren't so watered down and muddled by imperfections. Over the years, Rebecca has written about vampires, faeries, magical worlds, beauty and many other topics....She is an old soul...for more information on this poet, all you have to do is ask and she would love to tell you about herself.)
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Phantasmagoria Of Faeries
Flitting figures dart about in my mind-faeries-
an array of colour- a spectrum
formed by these small spectral beings
makes me ponder over their very existence.
Surely this is a hallucination,
it is far too perfect to be real.
Yet I still wish I could be amongst them,
flitting through the orchids and vines,
basking in the eerie glow of the moonlit lake,
gazing at the twinkling stars,
feeling the cool breeze gently flowing around me in caressing wisps.
All of this fills my imagination,
and encompasses my mind.
I long for the day when all is but a mystical dream.
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