I see you have courage for why else would thou venture this far? You have come with curiosity as a confedante to read the creation of the one who designed this site. Long have I written, fore quill and page are to be my only confessor.
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Dark Angyll's Creed
(this has been your "cute moment", sorry I couldn't resist)
If I Pay Thee Not In Gold
If I pay thee not in gold
But in my sorrowed prose
Will thy heart turn cold
Bitter sweet as a faded rose?
If I use poet's words to say,
And only speak in rhyme
That I haven't ever felt this way
For the longest time
Will thy eyes turn dead
glistening dull, without consequence
a yawning void between us I dred
the daggar of your indifference?
If I were a melody to sing
Would thy voice then turn bitter
To believe what lilting lyrics bring
That all gold does not glitter?
If I paid thee not in gold
Yet in my soul instead
Would you want to share this dream I've told
Or have you heard a word I've said?
"Currently Untitled"
From the train go I
then through these ancient halls
as the cypress sigh
the hidden door calls
By the lantern bright
and by the secret stair
leads the maiden out of sight
Ebony tresses and skin so fair.
Foreign words whispered in the dark,
chants to bring the crystal's light,
spirit whispers leave their mark,
'tis magic that she does this night.
Time has no meaning
soul and craft become one
this world's hold shall have no seeming
once the mage has done
The powers doth hit,
strange yet wonderful
cannot stop the light 'twas lit,
Must let the night take its toll
She'll still raise hands to the heavens above,
Even if the price is her soul,
Oh, even her life for love.
Now the power of Gods she hath spent
the light is quiet now and dim
Never shall she repent
Fore she gave herself for him.
What long ago evil had sown
Her lover in hidden eternal sleep
Broken now that her strength has grown
This one last promise to keep.
Arises a strong, young lord,
from out the hidden door
one last love she gave untoward
she lies still and cold now upon the floor.
He thanked her with a tear as he saw her fate
he blessed her as he cried,
his hands useless, for aid 'twas too late,
for this one he loved and more now that she died.
He left behind a eulogy, and symbol in the dust
A final offering up to Christ
A lone cross, words now covered in rust,
"To my love, thou sacrificed"
(can anyone think of a title for this?)
Speak to me like Rain
Speak to me like rain,
let your words travel from my head
trickle down my body,
seep into my skin.
Your life becomes a part of me
like the good earth and the wind . . .
Speak to me like rain,
let it drizzle into my mouth
and cool my waiting tongue,
tell me of,
the lightning yet to come.
Cool, soft and gentle,
yet solid as the wind,
waiting for that bliss . . .
Speak to me like rain,
and let me quench
my aching thirst for your
love.
Garden Pool Made of Morning
Quick and light, dances the air
downy cloud covered sky
rain crisp upon each breath
in delicate lillies we lie.
Chill, still waters
Reflective black mirror dreams
Another world of clouds and lillies
lives behind the reflection
As dawns light gleams.
Diamond droplet kisses
leave rippling remarks
Trees whisper to the singing,
the music of the larks.
Pink life, of floating flowers
fuzzy cat tails lee
dragonflies diaphonous wings glitter
I lean 'oer edge to see
Reflecting on my own reflection
Thinking of this image that I see
Could this seeming reflection
Be reflecting instead on me?