|Matters of the Heart
Author: PhoenixClaw PM
This is a collection of two short poems, both of which provide the reader with quiet reflections on what is, what was, and what very well might have been. I hope you enjoy them.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry - Beast Boy & Raven - Words: 570 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 01-28-06 - Status: Complete - id: 2775009
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Hi there. If you're reading this, then there is a good chance you are familiar with my other fan-fiction "Element". These two short poems are just a little something that wormed their way into my head and wouldn't go away until I typed them up. (Now I have them memorized; so much for that theory. LoL)
These are not meant to coincide with the main plot of my fan-fiction, but instead only to balance a need to write with the lack of time that it would take to create another chapter right now. So, I guess you could kind of think of these as a fan-fiction of a fan-fiction, as odd as that may seem. Personally, I like to think of it as adding a slight bit of character to my story by providing the reader with "something different", if you will.
So, without any further adieu, I'd like to give you a brief glimpse into the more artistic side of my personality.
What does the riddle speak of, you may ask? A statue.
("Requiem for a Heart of Stone")
Earth shall bind and hold your form,
Though water shapes the soul.
Air doth bring you back to life,
While fire makes you whole.
All my thoughts and all your dreams,
Are naught compared to what it means,
To live today, which I hold fast,
And forge ahead through our own past.
What I might do should you awake,
Has long surpassed my strength to hide,
For now I know that I would spake,
The truth that flows from deep inside.
"I love you, Terra. From the bottom of my heart." - Beast Boy
Rune and Raven really are kindred spirits.
("Shared Memories, True Love Blooms Eternal")
My eyes cast on the realms above,
Seek grandeur here amongst the now.
A timeless faith worn deep by love,
Stands witness to a solemn vow:
"I will not cower, hide nor fear,
Lest evil come, through me appear."
By my own heart I hope to show,
The truth of which that I now know.
Your guiding hand I need implore,
For in the past I did ignore,
The strength you gave me,
Through and through,
My eyes, my heart, my love to you.
Poetry is only difficult for those who have no imagination.