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TMP-tober Poems(5 poems)

Week 1

 

The fae are creatures that fly with ease

Their wings flutter through the crisp autumn breeze

Though Fern can\'t fly as he likes

He\'s found someone of equal delight

 

Sitting inside, shielded from the chilly air

He\'s with someone who truly cares

Arcade walks in, hot chocolate in tow

Sitting down, he turns on a show

 

Soon enough, stars blanket the sky

Fern stands up, saying goodbye

Arcade suggests the fae sleeps here

How could Fern deny someone so dear?

 

They make their way to bed, cuddling in the sheets

Fern finds this better than any sweets

Arcade holds them close, never letting go

Street lamps outside blanket the room in

a soft golden glow

 

Week 2

 

In the forest, the fae run wild

Causing mischief like a child.

Unfortunately, the freedom Fern has is a prison

Cursed then banished by a father that wouldn\'t listen.

 

Banished to the human realm, the curse stole his magic

His life is now nothing but tragic.

A banished prince, a free bird with clipped wings

To fern these are the same thing.

 

One fateful night, he meets a boy.

At first, he wasn’t someone he enjoyed,

But the boy persisted, breaking Ferns walls

It’s not long after, Fern begins to fall

 

They talk near daily, often about Ferns curse

The boy tries everything, his methods quite diverse.

Eventually, the boy falls too.

Idiots in love, but nothing new.

 

Week 3

 

Moths are creatures that thrive in the dark

For humans, navigating the night is no walk in the park.

Only in our dreams may we fly

Gravity is the one thing we cannot deny 

 

In the night, a storm rages on

Feelings swim around like fish in a pond

Fern lays in his cave thinking of Arcade

Dreaming of the touch he is depraved

 

Arcade is up late, rain pattering hard on his windows

Studying for his finals, trying to get all the info

His mind begins to drift to Fern 

Thinking of the cuddles he so yearns

 

Arcade\'s finals drift them apart,

But nothing can stop the love of two hearts

Soon enough, Arcade will go to Fern 

Fern will tell Arcade his forgiveness is to be earned 

 

Arcade will eventually be forgiven

No matter what, the two won\'t be riven

Eventually, in the future they\'ll realize their feelings

Until then, their love is

just sprouted seedlings

 

Week 4

 

Mirrors are the ultimate truthfulness

It spares nothing and shows with absolute ruthlessness

Sitting by the lake, Fern looks down

He stares at himself, tunnel vision on the cursed crown

 

His mind wanders to that fateful day

his coronation taken away without giving him a say

He dawned on his mother\'s crown, not meaning to cause harm

How was he supposed to know there was a curse upon it acting as an alarm?

 

He fidgets with the crown of thorns 

Fingers poking at the item he\'s forced to adorn

Suddenly he jerks his hand away from his head

He sees that now his finger is painted in his red

 

Blood drips down, causing soft ripples in the water

Ripples cause his reflection to falter

Soon enough he hears a splash

Notices his beloved had taken a crash 

 

Arcade stands up, water dripping back into the pond

However their looks at one another are nothing but fond

He makes his way over, brandishing a smile

A look so bright, you could see it from a mile

 

Fern can\'t help but have a small smile too

Arcades contagious happiness however, is nothing new

They talk for hours, Fern eating sweets

Arcade stays with Fern until nighttime blankets the streets

 

Soon enough Arcade says goodbye

He promises to return with food to replenish ferns supply

Fern watches as he beloved leaves

Wonders how their lives have become like to strings in a weave

 

Once a boy who who was nothing more than a flea,

Has now become someone he could never not need

He\'ll sleep in his hammock, wearing Arcade’s soft clothes

Crickets make noise as the cave is bathed in the moon\'s soft silver glow

 

Week 5

 

In the night, deep in the forest

Crickets and frogs sing in a chorus.

Wandering deep, is a banished prince

The world he comes from would be considered a myth

 

He wanders around feeling betrayed 

His father banished him, his coronation depraved

Walking around as nothing but a lost soul

Trying to figure out a new world and his role

 

He reminisces on his childhood

Thinking of the happy memories as he roams the Wildwoods

Soon he finds a cave with a pond

Eventually he\'ll have memories of fond

 

But right now, it\'s a shell of a home

He\'ll forage for food, in bushes he\'ll comb

Eventually he\'ll find a friend,

But right now he\'ll have to fend.