Here is a Ashlynn x Hunter poem.
'Tis the clock strikes midnight
And here we are once again
Hearts touched under the moonlight.
Hand 'n hand, gliding through the hall
Clapping heels against marble glass
And here we are once again
Fancy tidings of the royal ball.
Grandfather's clock tower bangs the bell of song
While they gracefully dance and prance.
You escape the palace and head for the long.
I try to catch up but my gown stops me
I call your name repeatedly but your head doesn't turn back.
The clock strikes again
I hope that I can find thee.
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Lurked out of the dark trees
Comes me who is wrapped in puzzlement
The cape drapes from my shoulders
Some shoot at me crying out their pleas
Shaking my head 'till it can whirl
There is nothing that I can do
Who am I to kiss the girl?
Am I not one of them?
Am I not a servant under the hands of high priority?
Am I a gallant in armory?
They look at me with their big eyes
I know that I cannot bring them their demands
Some are even about to cry.
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Once I rip out the sharpen pain of a shoe pair
Head out to the depths of the forest to find you
Because you seem to be the special one
That only cares.
There's a twinkle in the center of the darkness
Flying around freely with nothing as a guide
In awe I walk closer step by step
I brush the bushes away and find the answer to such lightness.
And there you were, standing too in awe
Our eyes meet
And that's when I woke up.
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The tears sum up my courage
At least I should try
I walk up to the coffin and I find who I find
Eyes start to water, I start to feel malnourished
There she was
The one that I admire
I lean over and feel her cold hand
I couldn't believe it all because...
The urges pull me closer and closer
Until her lips have touched mine
I then pull away
And that's when I woke up.
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The birds sing their morning song
As I lift myself up
From the sleep that felt so young
I wake up to find myself in reality
And realize it was all a dream
I sigh to the realization that I may never meet him again
Those hazel eyes, those eyes so warm
I guess he will only be in my dreams
Even though that was a fairytale
Our fairytale.
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❤️️ huntlynn // drabbles ❤️️
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