Sunday, December 05, 2004

Paw-etry

Sail Of The New Cycle
(Getting rid of the tattered canvas it sets sail once more.)
-=icewulf=-

As the wind of destiny sets forth its course
No sail dares to go against its bearing.
Gentle breeze or strong gale
Each wind catcher succumbing.
Lo and behold now cometh a new sail!
Aggressive and stubborn to yield to the gale
Fighting its way towards its own destination.
Aiming to challenge destiny and bellow its own call.
Young and strong stands one brave soul.


My Little Cherub
(Happy fourth birthday!)
-=icewulf=-

Neophyte to the world of reality
Outcast still to the realms of darkness.
Enchanted with the smile to bring forth smiles,
Love and gentleness so pure and blameless.
Life at its best, beauty raw,
Entrancing cherub of innocence divine.
Angel immaculate, angel radiant
Now spread your wings and share your smile.
Now spread your wings and stay with me for a while.