My Poems

[Princess Luna]

I have decided to post some of the poems that I have written in the past year or two. This one is my most recent one and it is my second untitled poem. Enjoy!


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Stunning angel,
come to me.
Abandon the light,
come to the dark.
Why live in the light,
when you could join me in the dark?
Join me,
my angel,
change from light to dark.
Come,
fair angel,
let yourself be mine.
Cease your resistance,
perfect angel.
Give in to temptation,
descend into darkness.
Join me,
pure angel,
let yourself change.
From light to dark,
from divine angel to fallen angel.
If you join me,
my angel,
your power will grow,
for I will teach you all that I know.
Glorious angel of heavenly grace,
light up the darkness with your perfect face.
Beautiful angel,
abandon the light.
Come to the dark,
where you are in my heart.

[Princess Luna]

Here's my most recent mythology poem. Enjoy!


Muse

Beautiful muse,
son of Apollo,
your musical talents have no rival.
With your glorious fingers you play your guitar.
With your musical talents you steal my heart.
Finer than you father's is your sweet voice.
When you sing with that same divine voice,
my own voice is silenced,
my being bewitched.
From your great talent,
no one can hide.
No quarrel goes on when your music is heard,
Zeus chases no mortals,
and finds peace with Hera.
Poseidon calms the sea to hear,
the voice of you, my muse so dear.
Your divine music brings a smile
to the faces of Hades and Persephone.
When I am in the presence of your talent and beauty,
Aphrodite and Eros are on your side.
Aided by Hecate,
you ensnare my senses,
glorious and divine musician.
Perfect muse,
Aided by Hermes,
Take my heart, most beautiful thief.

[Gin]

Sweet stuff.

The charming touch you have is involving higher entities to your poetry, at the same time, if I was to view it personally that would be a minus... Anyway, I still like them and their symbology.

[Princess Luna]

Thanks!

This poem is a somewhat darker and fairly graphic poem that I wrote around the end of my senior year of high school. I was in a Biotechnology and Forensics class and I thought that a poem would be the best way to show off some of the stuff that I had learned during the forensics part.


Homicide

I stagger down the sidewalk,
bleeding from several wounds.
A bullet in my right shoulder,
a bullet in my left leg.
Knife marks on my legs, arms and hands,
a cut across my throat.
No money left inside my purse,
the only thing she took.
My shoulder hurts,
so does my leg,
as I stagger down the street.
The blood drips from my wounds,
leaving perfectly round drops in a path from the place
where I was attacked.
I pass a lamp post and extend my right hand.
I draw it across the post,
leaving a perfect smear.
After staggering a few more yards,
I collapse upon the sidewalk.
I skin my knees and scrape my hands
as I hit the ground.
They sting and slightly hurt,
but compared to my earlier wounds,
I can barely feel the mild, yet pleasant pain.
I roll onto my side,
then onto my back,
never to rise again.
I lie on the ground,
bleeding and suffering,
suffering and bleeding.
A puddle of blood now sits beneath my right shoulder,
more than enough for the investigators to collect.
As I look at the sky, I think of the investigation that wil soon begin.
The manner of death should be easy and clear,
just one out of five and only one word.
Homicide.
A ragged breath brings me back
to my agony and pain.
I lie on the ground for several minutes more,
getting weaker every second,
waiting for the pain to end.
After an eternity,
I feel my remaining strength leaving me.
Then,
just when I see no end in sight,
I draw my last breath and close my eyes.

[Princess Luna]

Souls of Ice and Fire

Great gods above,
please tell me how
my soul is set on fire by one who seems to have a soul of ice.
No matter how hard I try,
he does not respond to the messages I've sent to him.
How can his soul still be like ice
when he sets my own on fire?
Though my love for him holds off the pain
of his great indifference,
that icy soul of his will someday overcome
the burning of my lovestruck heart.
Fire may have power over ice,
but it cannot resist the ice forever.
So the day will come when ice will have power over fire,
and when that day comes my heart will fall
and my love for him will no longer burn.
Then without that fire my love for him will be weak,
and all that will be left is the cold from his icy soul.
And nothing in this mortal world
will keep me as warm as the flames once did.
So with the absence of all warmth,
my heart and soul,
and body and mind
will fall to his soul,
and the ice will bring about my death.

[Princess Luna]

Achilles

He burns with desire,
for nothing but revenge.
Revenge for a friend,
tragically taken.
Full of rage and full of grief,
he will fight to avenge his friend's death.
Destroying his friend's killer is his only goal.
Man to man,
the two will fight.
He and the killer of his friend,
will fight until the killer falls.
He cares not about his own approaching death,
he only cares about revenge.
For his friend,
he will enter the war.
For his friend,
he will seek revenge.

[Princess Luna]

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No,
it’s not true.
I’m not a witch,
I swear.
How can you accuse me of something so false?
How can you believe such obvious lies?
I have done nothing wrong,
I am completely innocent.
No,
you cannot make me confess.
I will not confess to something that I did not do.
I refuse to confess to something that is not true.
What’s that you say?
I will die if I don’t confess?
How can you force me to make such a choice?
You will kill me if I tell the truth,
but you’ll spare my life if I tell a lie.
This is not justice,
this is not fair.
No matter what,
I cannot win.
No matter what,
my life will never be the same.
If I continue to tell the truth,
my life will be cut short.
But if I lie to save my life,
that lie will haunt me till the day I die.
I cannot do it,
I cannot lie.
I will not confess to being a witch,
for I am not one.
I am not the Devil’s slave,
I never have been and I never will be.
If I must die by rope or by fire,
so be it,
for I will not live my life knowing I’m a liar.
Go ahead and kill me,
I am willing to die,
for I would rather die for the truth,
than live for a lie.

[Princess Luna]

The Prayer of a Devils Fan

Glorious Hockey Gods,
hear my brokenhearted prayer.
Let the Devils win,
let them come back and take the Cup.
Let them score more goals than the Kings,
let them figure out how to beat Jonathan Quick.
Hear me, O Gods of Offense and Goals,
let the Devils score and bring the Cup to the East.
Please, O Martin Brodeur,
God of Goalies,
stop the Kings from scoring and lessen Jonathan Quick’s skill.
Great Hockey Gods,
please hear my prayer.
Do not let the Devils lose,
do not let them be swept,
do not let the hearts of their fans break.
Hear me,
O Gods,
help one of your own.
Do not turn your backs on Martin Brodeur,
for he is your brother,
he too is a god.
Of all the people who have played the game of hockey,
you, O Gods of Offense and Goals,
should know that the goalie can only do so much to help their team.
Please, great Gods,
help out your own,
do not let your fellow god lose his throne.
Hear me, O Hockey Gods of the Nations of the Earth,
lend your strength and your skill to your sons on the Devils.
Let your sons win,
let them hoist the Cup.
Let them silence their doubters,
let them make their dream real.
Please, O great God of Head Coaches,
help Peter DeBoer coach his team to a title.
Help him make great decisions,
help him create the best lineup possible,
help him lead the Devils to the promised land.
Great Gods of Captains and Assistant Captains,
help Zach Parise, Ilya Kovalchuk, and Patrik Elias inspire their team,
help them guide the Devils to four victories in a row.
Hear my prayer, O Hockey Gods,
let the Devils come back from three games down,
let the Devils come back and win.

[Princess Luna]

Hockey Poem #1 (Loosely inspired by Walt Whitman's poem "O Captain, my Captain")


O Captain, my Captain, the series is done,
Game Seven is over, your Devils have won.
The first round has ended, the next will soon begin.
Up next are the Flyers, and they will not win.

O Captain, my Captain, your talent is great,
you are a player who the fans appreciate.
You can take the Devils far,
for you are a shining star.

O Captain, my Captain, Round Two is complete,
the Flyers are out, your team cannot be beat.
Now sit back, relax, and get ready to wait,
for your next opponent will be determined by fate.

O Captain, my Captain, who will it be?
Which team is the one that you will soon see?
It could be the Capitals, from D.C, not the state,
or it could be the Rangers, who your fans strongly hate.

O Captain, my Captain, your waiting is done,
your opponent has been chosen, the Rangers have won.
All through New Jersey, your fans are getting prepared,
they're ready for this round and they're not at all scared.

O Captain, my Captain, get ready for war,
go out and defeat them, go out there and score.
You must beat the Blueshirts, you must lead your team,
for when your Devils win, they will be close to the dream.

O Captain, my Captain, it's over, it's done.
The war is over, your Devils have won.
But it's not over yet, you must still face the Kings,
so go out there and skate as if you had wings.

O Captain, my Captain, your team is two games down,
two more losses and the Kings will take the crown.
You must win the next two games, you must win in L.A.
You must win four games, you must go all the way.

O Captain, my Captain, it's time to give up.
Your team cannot win, they will not win the Cup.
It's over, it's done, it's most likely finished,
for your team's skills have been greatly diminished.

O Captain, my Captain, you're making me cry,
just one more loss and it will be goodbye.
You have one last chance, the Devils are three games down,
if they lose the next game, they will lose the crown.

O Captain, my Captain, your team is still alive,
they've won Game Four, they must win Game Five.
If you win tonight, you'll be down three games to two,
so go out there and play, you know what to do.

O Captain, my Captain, Game Five is yours,
your team is playing like the one that's won the last three wars.
You helped out your team with an amazing goal,
and now it truly seems like the Devils are on a roll.

O Captain, my Captain, it's time for Game Six,
so try your best and use a few tricks.
You can win tonight if you can beat Jonathan Quick,
just get the puck past his hand and his stick.

O Captain, my Captain, you're breaking my heart,
your team is losing it, they're falling apart.
But it's not over yet, they still have a chance,
they can still take the lead if they make Jonathan Quick dance.

O Captain, my Captain, I'm starting to lose hope,
your Devils are now facing a steep uphill slope.
They need to score soon, they're running out of time,
if they want to win, they must begin their hard climb.

O Captain, my Captain, time is almost up,
your Devils have lost their chance for the Cup.
It's time to give up, it's time to take a bow,
for not even a miracle can save your team now.

O Captain, my Captain, the series is done,
Game Six is over, LA has won.
The Cup is not yours, this just wasn't your year,
but you tried your best and you played without fear.

O Captain, my Captain, the season has ended,
your Devils did not win, but their playing was splendid.
In a few days, your free agency will start,
please stay with the Devils, please don't break my heart.

O Captain, my Captain, don't leave us, please stay,
do not leave New Jersey, do not go away.
You helped lead the Devils, you led them so far,
so re-sign with the team, please stay where you are.

O Captain, my Captain, great Zach Parise,
please don't leave the Devils, they need you to stay.
You said that you wanted to stay with the team,
so don't leave the Devils, stay and lead them to the dream.

O Captain, my Captain, the choice is up to you,
so go where you want and do what you must do.
No matter what happens, no matter where you sign,
you'll still be my favorite, you'll always be Number Nine.

[Princess Luna]

Thousands of Mourners

Thousands of hearts bleed for a town,
as thousands of eyes cry thousands of tears.
Thousands of prayers are sent to the Lord,
thousands of prayers for a grieving Connecticut town.
Thousands of people in Newtown and the world
mourn for the loss of twenty-seven souls.
Twenty of them were children,
taken far too soon.
The other seven were adults,
all loved and admired by many,
but taken far too soon as well.
All of them left loved ones behind,
mothers and fathers,
brothers and sisters,
daughters and sons,
and many others who will miss them as well.
Twenty-seven families and many more friends
must all bear the burden of unimaginable pain.
In two acts of violence,
twenty-seven innocent lives were lost.
In two acts of terrible violence,
thousands of hearts were broken and shattered.
Now a town is filled with great pain,
as its people join together to battle their grief.
But they do not mourn alone,
for thousands of people share their pain.
Thousands of people give their love and support
and thousands of caring hearts will help Newtown heal.


I wrote this poem a few days after the tragic school shooting in my hometown of Sandy Hook, Connecticut. In case anyone is wondering, the 27 "innocent lives" that I'm referring two includes both the students and staff members killed at the school and the gunman's mother, who he killed in their home before he went to the school. May all of the victims rest in peace.