few more
so I figured I'd post a few more.....
ps- nothing is in order so... have fun
Early morning Rendezvous
I see the ice on mountain tops,
it looks so peaceful, so sweetly cool.
I think I’ll go ascend those peaks
to bathe myself in sleepy pool
and frozen banks of dusty white.
No mirage can there me fool,
as here they only rest in night
and desert thorns complete their plight
as the demon in his flight
seeks out blood to plant his blight
and desert kings sleep out their rule.
No, I shan’t stay, in sorrow drool,
this grueling reign of torment’s jewel;
this, Old Scratch’s hateful tool.
No I’ll venture to see that sight,
away where earth and sky meet to duel,
and see the glorious titans fight.
By day they rest, as is only right,
and so unravel time’s long spool.
Though I know the giants fight
is won with the coming of the light.
Faithless winter’s eve
Luna casts here radiance down
creating ghostly forms in the twilight.
Downy flakes of icy dust flit and swill
in the windy star stippled night.
No face is so bedecked with clownish gay frown
but each suffers the steely grey blight
of bleak midwinter sky. Such so chill,
impartial bitterness that will bite
at the innermost sanctums of the heart
find their joy within His sight
and so must either part
to some other care, or perhaps he shan’t alight.
You ask why harshness must he allow us to bare
and therefore whether or not He is truly there.
Sonnet 16 (The Kingdom of death)
What dreams indeed from mortal soil
so sprung from fork’d leaf’s inky seed
will draw forth my soul at end of toil
so long and hard? What strange weed
will follow thus, from tomb of sweet
uncontested night? Azreal will
descend, we will silently greet
but then what new life will we meet.
What do we see when the bill
is called, have we had our fill?
As my body falls like a great empty sack
will heaven’s light shine peace on my soul
or will it burn in hellfire’s coal?
Or at the end of my days is there only Black?
Sonnet 10
'Neath pale moon wickedly waning
on an eve of common delight
something in darkness, me paining
on tundra frosty winter's night
No innocent drifts of angel down
just icy hate, glistening lust
'Neath melting moon's nightly frown
florescent blood on hoary bust
And further pain will bleed me deep
as the arrow is withdrawn
by my masochistic mind
and one more night I'm without sleep
as new day will reach its dawn
God knows not what hell I find
Race with a sickle
I see the shadows on the hill
as they are growing nearer still
and hearts that break must scar so deep
as touch the ground ‘for that endless sleep
And with these shadows therein lies
no choice, but choice or break those ties
Of love and joy and pain so strong
all hearts must weep when sound their song
so fear thee not death’s, curved blade
for only those shadows be flay’d
And though your body may move on
your heart and soul may not be gone.
For if the reaper you wish to fool
Throw out your love into the pool
and watch it take shape without strife
for now you have everlasting life.