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Once upon a time...actually, about 4 years ago, I was a member of Anime Grapevine and enjoyed sharing my "wonderful" poetry with the world. (Under the guise of Sailor Sea) Now, I bring you back some of the ones that I have recovered (though all the good ones were tragically lost when AGV shutdown). You don't have to enjoy Sailor Moon to like these poems, so hopefully, some who don't particularly enjoy SM will read anyway. Enjoy! ^.~
The Moon Princess
Note: Written from Prince Endymion's POV
Her soft features are uncompared,
with the purr in her voiec so sweet.
and everytime her ruby lips smile,
I can't help but think it a treat.
I drink in her smell,
as if it were air.
and nuzzle her long,
golden blonde hair.
her skin pearly white,
as soft as satin.
her eyes mezmerizing,
so easy to get lost in.
And when she moves it's like a dance,
with graceful steps and twirls.
And a crown sits upon her head,
among the jewels and curls.
And the way she laughs,
with her heart in her eyes.
It makes me wonder,
how I got this gift,
this angel in disguise.
Once Upon A Time
The moon sparkled and gleamed with pride.
It's radiance awed all who came near.
It stood tall, powerful, and gorgeous,
Free from all evil and fear.
It was made of moon stone and marble,
and had pillars, turrets, and towers.
And these beauties were only outdone,
by it's rivers and dazzling flowers.
Once flags waved in the gentle breeze,
the colors of all the planets sported.
And inside the palace, a magnificent ballroom,
where all the young ladies were courted.
A frozen pond lay on the grounds,
where all the young people skated.
And over to the side the famous tower,
the tower were peace was once stated.
Mere Serenitus flowed behind the gardens,
where Serena and her friends once played.
And the guest houses made of special crystals,
are where the young princesses once stayed.
The balcony where the princess met the prince,
so many times in those years long past.
Used to stand over there in that crater,
nothing is left since the huge blast.
Destroyed by the hurt and jealousy,
of a fiery, red-haired maiden.
There is nothing left of the proud kingdom,
it is but a distant Aiden.
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