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Thursday, January 7, 2010

Under Siege

This fortress
Was crafted
Long ago,
Walls raised
High and strong
To hold back
Advancing armies.
They withstood
The assault,
Standing true
And shielding
What lay
And when peace
Once again
They still remained,
A quiet monument
To the blood
And tears
That once soaked
This pale earth.
No one could
Penetrate this
Stoic divide.
Word spread
Like hungered
Of its
Until the warriors
No longer came
To wage campaigns
They could not win.
And though alone,
The walls remained,
Fortified with
Ice and scarred
By the licking

Why is it,
Knight, that
You have come?
You cannot enter.
The gate is locked
And the key
Is lost in time.
The walls will not
Fall and reveal
Their prize.
You may only
Stand below
And speak with
The Sphinx
And try to solve
Her tattered riddles.
None bother
For they cannot
Hear her speak.
You must listen
For her voice
Is weak
And weary.

Knight, why do you
Not ride away?
Why do you
Draw closer
Until your breath
Falls on the
Ancient stone
Like the whispering
Of angels?
How can your eyes
See beyond
The vestiges?
What gift have you
Been bequeathed with?
Where does your
Courage spring from?
Do not test
These battlements
For they are old
And decaying.
They tremble
With fear that
They might be

Good Knight,
Pandora's jeweled box
Resides within
And must remain
If the walls
Are to survive,
For once it
Is released
It cannot be
Closed again.
Perhaps you will
Not like
What you find
Lurking in the
Velvet case.

Sweet Knight,
Do not press
For the words
That should remain
Behind clenched teeth,
For they are
Meaningless and
When spoken,
Secular words unworthy
Of such a sacred
Let your inner
Reveal to you
The truth
Behind veiled words.
And let these
Wavering walls
For once they
Fall for you,
Dear Knight,
The cannot be

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

For This Moment

Into my arms.
Lay your head
My breast.
Close your eyes
And sleep.
The nightmares
That darken
Your thoughts.
Can hurt you

I will
Protect you
From it all
If only
For this moment.

Let the sound
Of my heart
Ease your
Troubled mind.
Let the
Lull you
Into beautiful
Where happiness
Pours down
Like Heaven's
Let the rise
And fall
Of my chest
Rock you
To some place
And serene
Where living
Makes sense
And chaos
Does not reign.
Let the warmth
Of my body
Melt the
Icy hatred
That you have
Rest peacefully
As my love
Draws you
Feel the cool
Touch of the
Golden Chains
Of Fate
That bind us.
Time and space
Shall not
Break them.
Breathe easy
Within my arms.

I will
Protect you
From it all
If only
For this moment.

Monday, January 4, 2010

Empty Sky

Emptiness consumes
Blood and Heart
And Breath
Leaving nothing
But shadow
And mist
Carving depths
No number
Of tears
Can fill
Veiling eyes
That search
For a star
That can pierce
The poison
A soul
Among eternity
And a moonless
Dark air filled
With the
Weakened sighs
Of a god
Battered by
Of joy and
No one peers
Through the

Is it that
They cannot
See or
Will not look?

It matters

Dawn is but
A distant
Memory that
Burns the eyes
That have lived
In darkness
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