Rath Roiben Raye

This is a poem I wrote awhile back, its published in some poetry contest book, but I just like it cause it's based on my favorite book, Tithe. It was only ten lines long but I just wrote the rest. I would like some feed back if anyone reads it.

Rath Roiben Raye!
With your hair of silver and eyes of grey,
daunt me not, but woo me sweetly;
for though you be foe, I love you discreetly.
Of different clans we are destined to be
but into your eyes I wish to see.
An arrow of thorns that is lodged in your heart
is all that prevents us from being apart.
The flesh of the fruit, so juicy and red
would be as my heart as you over me bled.
The queen of the fae, or those of Unseely
would bind me and tithe me and never would free me.
Your name I might use, force you to kill
do this for me, in spite of your will.
In death may we meet, in life we may not
new beginnings ensue as you leave me to rot.
Our love you deny, for sake of my own
a riddle to me you did intone,
a faerie who lies cannot be found.
But I can and I will, to our love am I bound
'A faerie who lies' scoff the gentry of fae
then how do I lie? and I do, as I lay.

I'm back!!!

So it turns out that I had a blog tucked away somewhere just waiting for me to find it. I could very easily connect it back to my dad over at Bulletholes, but I would much rather just start from scratch. I may not post very often but I will post every once in a while. My last blog I hadn't logged into in almost 6 months,I was busy and didn't have internet access, so when I tried to log in I could not remember my user name. or pass word. This old blog I created to tell my dad's friends about my marching band experiences. I will probably tell you about them as well. So now I aim to pick up these tiny, little pieces that are left behind and start anew. So welcome all to Sierra's new blog. It is sure to be a place of fantasy, poetry, and distant rambolings. I am not who I think I am, so I must try to find my sence of self. Help me with this if you please, but do not comment for the sake of commenting. Input into my growing mind should be careful. Precise. I hope to grow as a person and keep this blog until I have no need for it anymore. It shall be a place for half finished stories, those I have barely starte and strings of word that I may or may not find poetic. you may or may not like what I say, but niether shall I. Good morning and welcome.