G.o.T 2016- Lady Lex of House Martell

Week 1- Music- Poetry

Tallulah

She reminded me of early autumn,
fallen leaves stuck to her clothes,
traced in scent of cinnamon cloves.
Her words danced like nimble lyrics,
fragments veiled in silver and gold,
singing songs of stories yet to be told.

Sunlight caressed her auburn hair
when she stole the spotlight and stage,
eyes winking hued hints of the warmest sage.
Carefree in spirit, alluring others with charm,
she gently tugged the strings of her guitar
while humming the melodies of falling stars.


~ 80 words


~Lexi