Archive for August, 2011

In The Fields

Posted in Fantasy, For the Dreamer, For the Warrior, From a Melancholic Soul, Perseverance, Through the Passage of Time with tags , , , , , , , on August 28, 2011 by mistressofpoetry

I have slowly found my faith in the sands that once buried the saint of fire
For the insects have betrayed themselves in the wealth of carrion
I am no more their slave… not for nothing.
I will fear nothing; clarity becomes the storm that will free my soul
And the sun will forget my face
As twilight becomes the robe of my desire

Silence beckons the steel chaos within, and I feel the chains
My voice is a thunder
Which for far too long has remained in the depths
And I will pour from this lonely shadow as a gale
May the winds find the echo of a lost spirit who has found her wings
And lay the road once more that I trod so long ago

The lady of winter shall shed her tears,
As summer’s flower shall dream its dreams upon the night
For the seas of forever shall not be forgotten by my eyes
They behold the constant flow of my passage throughout,
Where burden shall rescind to the sky
In the brevity that is my sullen wake

My soul shall invoke the power of these tears
For I have shed them in the dew and in the tempest which brought the pain
The hourglass has brought screams of betrayal and sighs of delight
Wherewith I have pounded my fists upon the ash
But upon this fire, I shall awaken my fate,
And burn in the fields of a defiant strength

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A Dream of Sleep

Posted in Fantasy, For the Dreamer, Through the Passage of Time with tags , , , , , , , , , on August 20, 2011 by mistressofpoetry

 

The stars hide far away
In the darkness of my mind
As the flames grow dim inside
Seeking solitary warmth
Yet finding emptiness and cold
Within tired unblinking orbs

Sleep has forgotten me
Somewhere in the misery
Pacing anxiety in service to the night
Lost in half-dreams and silence
Desperate, slowly dying
Another victim of the mirror
Another horror stalks the fear I hide

Passing through etherium
Breathing deep then not at all
A wish for peaceful fantasy
Drowned by struggling madness
Gasping for life
Leaving claw marks on the corridors within

Oh labyrinth, swallow me
Take me to thy netherworld
Oblivious to the morning light
Rest has fled so far away
Chasing fireflies
In some long-forgotten realm
In some distant palace where my soul resides

Wandering through these halls
Anticipating death to call
Grasp the blade to close my eyes…
Dreaming in a fog
Past the break, I’ve come this far
Waking daylight comes again

Hate Me

Posted in From a Melancholic Soul, Perseverance, The Pain of Life, Through the Passage of Time with tags , , , , , , on August 13, 2011 by mistressofpoetry

Blackened shards of hatred pierce my soul, as you tear apart my life.
Why can’t you love me; why am I so disgusting to you?
The tears of rage can flood away my sight, but they cannot take away my pain,
For I am alone, in a crowded room filled with unknown faces that I cannot trust.
Familiarity of the past is now become as strange to me as alien eyes,
Kissing lies, fairytales of understanding, vicious obliterations that rip apart my spirit wings,
You will all fall at the foot of revelation, blinded eyes forced apart,
“SEE ME AS I AM!!!”

I am the same as I was, only I have faced my fear, I have found who I am,
But who I am is a threat to your pitiful outlook.
The rose has it’s thorns, but it is still a rose, as beautiful as ever,
But you judge the rose by its thorns,
You judge me, and you hate me, and I care not.

My tears have no place in your eyes, for you refuse to see them.
You refuse to see my pain, how it cuts me till it bleeds.
I drown in heavy floods of rage, bury myself in a blanket of death.
I no longer know you; you have turned your back, and I weep bitterly,
Because I remember the times of my decieved youth,
When the sun shone brightly on blinded eyes;
But now, I see the crystal truth, I become who I truly was meant to be,
And you hate me for it.

The art of my soul sings great melodies of beautiful tears,
But the raven is unacceptable, for she paints in black.
The song is melancholy, but it is no less beautiful than the sun-laced sky.
I will see you in the days of your lonliness, when you have forgotten me;
But my face will glow with truth, for I accepted what you could not…

From Heaven They Fell Weeping

Posted in Fantasy, The Pain of Life with tags , , , , , , , , , , on August 6, 2011 by mistressofpoetry

 

Cherubs fall from the sky
As ash and stone conceal the sun
The aftermath of a war beyond the stars
Come crushing our frail beliefs with a thunderous blow

How their bodies bleed the desperate fumes of wrath
For they were cast down from euphoria
From the heaven they once knew
The open arms of joy, which now refuse embrace

These children of redemption lay barren as they weep
While sands crawl to bury their mournful dying flesh
Decayed remnants of love
With arms outstretched in desolate yearning
For their thirst will never be quenched again

The lullabies of yesterday are all but a fading memory
With prayers that haunt and whisper in the evening fog
And hatred recounted a thousand fold
For the one who swore the kiss of life

In crumbling armies, their bones scatter to the wind
Their tears no more a treasure
Their voice no more a song
In homage to their dreams of mirth, I turn to look away

In the morn, I awake, eyes streaming with the pain
My vision of the night, burning deep within my eyes
I cannot bear these surmounting thoughts
Carved such countless nights ago
Upon the labyrinth of my mind

Again and again I am forced to repeat
Each dying breath
Each question eternally wondering
Each echo, forever trapped in time

The sun stretches out again
Upon the misery of my spirit’s death
Senses lost
Screaming out in all my rage

I bow, in agony, kneeling
Amidst the storm rushing through my mind
This is my final desolation,
Which devours my will to survive

I commit myself to an ending,
One terrible, yet peaceful thought
As darkness beholds my body
May it take me gently as I die…