Template:Infobox PoemsA poem in prose by Siv RedThistle

Life, a narrow alley of destitution

Sun's caress foreign to my cheek

My lover, golden treasures,

Love's message til now unknown

Washed in the beauty of your kind waters

Fearless against nightmare made flesh

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As black brains battle astride green brawn

and night's sky alight with burned wings

Your sweet song holds us all near

Floating high on swine steed

From cursed death you return me

Some call me terrible thief, 

And by all accounts I am

Yet skillfully stolen is my heart,

By my lovely island Lily.

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