This poem, or song if you'd rather, was inspired by one of my favorite pastimes. I thought I'd share it with you all.
Crystal Hunting
A guardian hides behind the walls,
Lurking somewhere in these halls.
Ignoring all my sweet love calls,
And soft footfalls.
I beckon, hither, 'come with me'.
Shy they are, and rightly be.
My true desire they must see,
Is to steal their destiny.
The beauty of the crystal glow
As perfect as the dawn on snow,
Lies a tempting breath below
A good 'n hefty blow.
So, singing softly I must tread
The lonely halls of the undead
Crossing footprints colored red,
My hunger still unfed.
Cause the guardians who listen
Offer crystals that don't glisten,
And false promises of kissin'
Ain't what they be missin'.
I've found the limits of my charm,
Yet the knowledge fails to harm
My hopeful song or cause alarm
Whilst I pretend to farm.
I long for the song of the morning, the dancing of shadows at dusk, and the silence that closes the night.