My Writing Journey

Fantasy Lost

When you think of “violet” what comes to your mind? This is what Richard Ankers saw when he pictured it. πŸ™‚

Richard M. Ankers - Author

Beneath a violet sky

The unicorn did cry

Fantasy was passing

Flipping slowly by

The golden streams stopped flowing

The Phoenix rose no moreΒ 

The cherry blossom withered

Eternal all, no more

The stars did dim in sadness

The constellations split

And even warming darkness

Laid low, twisted, made sick

The faerie were weeping

As petals fell to earth

The moon and sun disjointed

As man the ground gave birth

The others watched them emerge

Then turned their backs away

Solitary legends

With us, they could not stay

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