Lillies grow so close to my heart,
Black by the night consuming the red
roses who dare to near them.
Such chaste little whores, we come to
admire, their flames burn cold,
and their love is all but an empty
glass.
Their mountain home in which they grow,
alone, is sad to say I may not cause
flaw. So high on the mountain with
the immortals gold and azure.
I bequeath thee this gift, if only to
stare from afar.
I'll protect thee from a rose, and spare
its bloody thorn.
Forever is such a long time when
the sun never rises, or maybe it's been
there all along for I am too blind to see.
Oh, the lillies stay black in their crowns
of silver thorns.
The lucid sun dies to the golden moons rise.
Chasten, aka Euphoria
Pelias' story: To my Beautiful one
This is how I shall remember Jacara,
my once proud fool
now the victim of her own torment.
?Neath the stars, o'er city
you took my hand to your lips,
Kissed me softly
and told me of your love.
I remember that night taking your lips to mine,
the brilliant fire in your carmal eyes
as they reflected behind us the new moon
that seemed to shine for just you and I.
I remember wrapping my fingers around
your dark hair, soft as silk
holding you tightly, letting you cry
tears you once swore to yourself you'd never shed.
How I did love you and I shall keep loving you
in my own way;
for you, I shall never cry.
My love Jacara, though you are gone, I shall not forget
the short time we had, but unlike you
I shall not let it consume me.
You once said that it was weak to cry.
Chasten Pendrean
Jacara's story
Sweet Pelias, you mock me with your memory,
I cannot sleep,
nor will I ever again
for knowledge that I have wronged us both.
That night you took me to the cliff
to watch over the city,
said it would bring me peace:
The anguish and confusion in my soul.
I held your hand to give me strength
and in awe of stars I kissed it softly,
swore you my love, I was unworthy of your goodness.
You held me to your heart, its rhythm a lullaby
unto my own.
Tears for the restful dead made endamped your flaxen tresses.
In kindness and in pity you kissed me gently,
then again to lie me down
to the slumber of dreamless sleep.
This is why I left you dear saint. Never was
I a good daughter of friend.
I did not discourage my confession of weakness,
now I fear I love you too much
for the little I can offer.
Dear friend forgive me...
I have done you wrong.
Chasten Pendrean
Deceptions of the self.
[Oh God!] For this forbidden love,
My heart aches
And I pray for your death,
Or at least that you'll quickly
Fall in love with another.
My heart races when you are near.
We don't know each other very well,
but there's something about you,
That makes me wail inside
At the sound of your voice
Or an accidental touch.
Sometimes I wonder if you feel as I do,
I seems you are hurting me on purpose
An I pretend not to care
When I know you are not far.
I shiver as I write these words,
For the truth beknown how much I love you
So that my eyes can deny it no more.
Would you cry if I died? I could not for you
Lest my secret be known.
A razor is sharper than my pain
what a beautiful Peaceful tears to
shade of end this
red chaos.
Chasten Pendrean
Untitled
Words I cannot say
Thoughts to a dear friend
I may have lost in
the sea of confusion
My voice is muted
to her silent response
I know not how to say
what you need to hear
when you won't listen...
Your back facing me
I can only reach out
With my heart.
You may crush it if
you like, if it will
sate your rage.
really, I don't mind.
take it. its yours.
Too late.
Chasten "Euphoria" Pendrean
Untitled
I repent for my sins
before those who can hear
I'm a fool, a baby
A killer, a thief.
On my knees,
before those who can hear
I'm a liar, a virgin
A temtress, a whore.
But you can't forgive me...
can't save me...
i'm falling...
darkeness...
...
Chasten Pendrean
: c.pendrean@newmail.net
Love Poem
Blessings to all my wonderful dreamers,
who's waking thoughts do
paint the world with mirth and sorrows.
It is they who keep the
chaos from finding peace
Blessings to she, who would fall
in love yet choose to ache and
pine, all for the love of her art.
It is she who will never die
for our love does keep her forever.
Bless you,
Bless you,
It is you who have set me free.
