Amidst the whirl of time and space,
Across the stormy sea,
There yet remains a single place
Unknown to mortality.
Upon its golden shores there dwell
A people tall and fair,
They gambol over hill and dell
With roses in their hair.
When at last they reach the spot
Where their merry dance shall be,
Up there rides with a trot-trot-trot
The merry king and queen, carefree.
The king in all his ruddy splendor
And the queen in her bright dress
Clap their hands to call together
One and all, in happiness.
Soon there starts the gleeful dancing,
All the night they dance away,
While the stars join in the whirling,
Twirling 'till the break of day.
There it is, The Ner's first poem on here.
I know it isn't very good, so I would like to know how I can do better.
Your comments are greatly appreciated! 