At The Water's Edge

Poem By kendall thomas

At the water's edge
a lovely shade of red
three leaves that bled
as autumn raised its head

And then came doubt
of all those conforming creeds
that men believed
and had instilled in me

That fairies flew above the trees
and elves drank of honeydew from off the leaves
in Fairyland Queen Mab they knew
lived within a rainbow too

Yet upon the water's edge
all that had been for me was dead
three leaves that bled
truth from mortal beauty led

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