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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

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…

The Ashen Queen

Posted in Fantasy with tags , , , , , , , on July 22, 2011 by mistressofpoetry

The evening rain slowly draws a smokey breath
To release the pain of a thousand tears
Adorned yet pale
She sits quietly beneath the moon
Her tender brilliance shining o’er through the trees

Her lover, a solitary, silent orb,
Stands watch above his mantle
Grieving not the fantasy he beholds
For he alike is born of mysterious fascination
Enticing those who would dare adore
The forlorn beauty of the sky

Bereft, she kissed his hand in sorrow
As he caressed her ghostly visage
Oh that he could touch her but once of his own volition
And comfort her for just one night
But as she turned with one final departing drop,
And yielded to the sovereign light once more
Her eyes dared glance back to say goodbye

How sweet her essence and how fair her pearl-white approach
When at will she blots out the imperial sun
Covering the sky with the trail of her cloudy garment
Naked, she pours out her blessings upon the clay
As her children stretch out in reverence
To drink her offering of life

The lover returns once more to his nightly throne
To touch the fading aura of her nightly passage
Yet the echo of her thunder brings promise wrought anew
For she is the mother of all beneath her
And the queen of the midnight groom…

Desert’s Child

Posted in Fantasy, For the Dreamer, From a Melancholic Soul, Passion and Pain, Through the Passage of Time with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 23, 2011 by mistressofpoetry

Please take me away
To the sands of my birth
The dream of my incarnation
Where first I breathed the morning
And exhaled the dusk
May the land hear my call
For I am alone again

Pain seeks its treasure in buried temples
Ancient, yet not forgotten
Not by me
For I was awakened in a bed of rage
Bringing storms across distant horizons
My yesterdays of wrath
Which fill my tomorrows once more

Let the sands caress my face
And the sweat kiss my eyes
For my vision burns of you, my home
Humanity will take its leave of me
For what I never was cannot remain
Only the spirit which was born of this fire
And the body which tempts not the fortunes of bliss

The barren sun weeps for its lost child
In a death-trance which mourning could not overtake
I can hear the moans which erupt from both above and below
It surrounds me with a desire which could never be quenched
For I belong with the jackals and the asps
I am the heart which rises in its grave
A traveller carried home by the wind

I will reach my horizon
I will see the visions in my dreams
Forever could not hold back this longing
For it is older than the seas
And furious in its need
The inhuman force resonating in my pulse
I will return, a child of the sand and a god of the lonely flame…

As I Stood Watching the Fire

Posted in Fantasy, For the Warrior, Perseverance with tags , , on April 7, 2011 by mistressofpoetry

“Close my eyes
And open my soul
These are the days of my youth
Though my body grows old”

Never did tears burn so fresh
As from the fount of your eyes
Which stared long and hard toward the end of the valley
Testing the dragon’s faith
As he stood sharpening fangs of lusting fury
To hurl at warrior’s end

Yet we stood firm in our alliance
Casting shadows where saints dared not shine
Treading deadlier than the heights of Olympus
And deeper than the depths of Poseidon’s kiss
For we drank the blood of strength
And returned, thirsty for more

It was you who washed my tears with burning flame
And shunned the light with your blinding eyes
For you were a thousand stars brighter than our foe
With all his force and flame
Which we withstood
While burying our own death

I stood young
Watching the fire
Time fled
And you added a day
Yet for all you are, you remain a secret to destiny
For the chains no longer bind your feet

Hands which writhed in anguish
Fought fiercer than the wind which screamed your name
I stood in awe
As your beauty burned away the scales
And we consumed the feast of the flame
Toasting another day’s journey in defiance

“Open my soul
And clear the mirror’s eyes
For today I was a child
Learning how to fight.”