Poetry
by Welcon
Callisto's
Rose
A
red flower of hate that I bring to your gate
with
a thought as to show you my love
Just
to give you sweet pain and your favors to gain
then
to lie at your feet what I've done
Such
a bloody red rose, it's thorns bitter I know
like
this love you have given to me
When
all trace of my world died so sad in that swirl,
of
the flames just ahead of your greed
And
one arrow I'll use, such a sweet little ruse
as
she pierces a hole in your fate
From
the pain that I breed in your heart by my deed
soon
my kiss just to bring you awake
But
so empty I'll feel when at last it's all real
with
your heart now as cold as my soul
In
the end I will learn of just how a love burns
as
I search in life's ruin for my own.
Night
Ride
Her
steed walks with ease
across
warm evening sands
as
the moonlight slow dances
on
the wave's crest to land
They
walk in this place
where
all spirits run free
and
the magic soon comes
from
near flight that will be
She
sits with no saddle,
without
armor or sword
just
her and the horse,
with
the wind and the shore
then
gently she taps
with
her heels to soft sides
as
the strong golden mare
starts
to lengthen her stride
Her
walk becomes trot
and
her trot to a run
and
the run to a gallop
as
the night's spells are spun
the
wind whips them both
and
makes streams of their hair
while
the sweat on them glistens
in
the cool evening air
Soon
she rides like a torrent,
like
a demon possessed
as
faster they run
towards
this nights single quest
then
just for this moment
her
soul can be free
while
the past seems so distant
in
this time by the sea
And
with tears streaming back
from
her eyes in release
she
screams all she feels to the wind ......
