The Musings of Shiana Through the Walnut door you have passed into this quiet and serene room.  It appears to be a study of some kind.  Comfortable chairs are carefully placed next to a desk or a reading lamp of some sort.  There are candles lining the wall for light also.  A fireplace on the wall to the right burns softly and crackles undisturbed.  In one corner of the room you see a desk covered in papers.  They appear to be the scrawlings of a poet, or perhaps just a member of  the household.  Picking up a piece you begin to read.         The Black Knight At night, dreams filled her head Mornings brought her body from the dead Dreams of her Blackknighted lover's arms Waking up to blaring clock alarms Dreams of a blanket of roses and a sweet kiss Daydreaming of her dreamlover's soft caress   Nights never came soon enough anymore The knight of her dreams was all she lived for The only time she felt love and safe was there The rest of her world had no feeling or care Happy was she, with her dark man of mystery He showed her places no one else could see   No person living or dead ever cared this much To care to show his feelings as deep as such Nothing had ever been so fulfilling in all her life So she reached in the drawer for the sharpest knife To be with him forever she did much desire And took her life to kindle the dark knights fire.       Black Knight part II My lover comes to me in the dead of night He brings love and safety, leaves behind fright In my dreams I see him ride close to me We are surrounded by a blackrose sea He carries me to a secret place Forever dark, never to see his face   His eyes speak to mine without words or sighs So easily could I be lost in the depths of his eyes Soft hands he reaches towards mine A soft caress to last all time But once again it breaks my heart When I awake and must depart   Dreamlover come and rescue me From the world's unfriendly sea To only have in the dead of night Makes me crazy and deep in fright Why can no living person make me feel like you Why is it that no mortal man will ever do     Black Knight part III Searching everwhere for my dark knight Only in dreams I see him in the end of night Many times I've wished to find him here Even wishes can be granted..but still I fear What if I'm not enough or ready for him How will I know, until I find him? Another night goes by and him I see Yet, he is still surrounded in mystery     An Empty Stair You sit alone upon an empty stair At the clear night sky, you stare In an empty room I sigh and rest Like an eagle I cuddle my nest Thinking of you as never I should Wishing to touch you as only I could Fortunately for you I do not dare To show you how much I care Scaring you away is something I'd never do So I steal myself away, as if on cue Feeling things I should never have felt Oh, but a look from you makes me melt   Soaring though the air on clipped wings Listening as the nightingale sings Melodies float through my mind Your caress I long to find Yet I know this feeling Too well to act You don't feel this way I know for a fact Yet I still desire as I may Still it has not faded away         Thanks for stopping to look at some of my poetry.  Hopefully when I can decide what I like, there shall be more.  If you have any suggestions, just let me know and I would love to hear them. You can email me at shodges@softhome.net.           Caress Here to See more of Shiana's Musings. Caress Here to Return to The Antechamber.