The mind may know,
the heart may never forget...
-Rainwater-
I met a spell,
late one night,
and though the mind said no,
the heart won the right,
and captured
this vision standing there,
it was never real,
but who'd dare care?
-
she was all that I needed
-
Though she wore a disguise,
and spoke soft lies,
I saw the goodness inside,
and the child in her eyes,
Lips that begged a kiss,
a gaze as boundless as the sea,
A love, wanting a push,
to a thing that could never be,
-
After tender sighs,
and all was tried,
it was doomed to demise,
but who could let go so easily?
-
all great things will end – but for the memory
Along a path men never take,
Through ancient wood, a mystic lake,
Deep below in sunken halls,
Amongst rising pillars and buried thralls,
Can be seen in shimmer and shine,
Memories gone and lost in time,
Nameless specters haunt this place,
Lonesome ghosts without form or face,
Forced to relive their day to day,
Can never leave, they all must stay,
All of their lives were toil and strife,
Bought by a lord, and bound for life,
But when their masters life came due,
They were carried off, and buried too,
Decades after, their bodies turned rotten,
Centuries after, their names forgotten,
Unfeeling, unthinking, unwilling shell,
Still
Seven Graves
As I walk up the old dirt road and round off the path into a clearing in the woods, I see the graves dug for seven. The black within them somehow darker than the night.
Am I one? Is it my time to sleep?
“What do you see?” The voice of a shadow asks, arm outstretched towards one of the holes.
Reluctantly I approach, and standing at the edge, gaze within.
“Nothing...” I say flatly, unsure of what else could be said. Endless darkness, the hole too deep to see the bottom.
“What could you have done,..., to bring you here?” The voice inquires.
“A great many things...” I reply, as m
The mind may know,
the heart may never forget...
-Rainwater-
I met a spell,
late one night,
and though the mind said no,
the heart won the right,
and captured
this vision standing there,
it was never real,
but who'd dare care?
-
she was all that I needed
-
Though she wore a disguise,
and spoke soft lies,
I saw the goodness inside,
and the child in her eyes,
Lips that begged a kiss,
a gaze as boundless as the sea,
A love, wanting a push,
to a thing that could never be,
-
After tender sighs,
and all was tried,
it was doomed to demise,
but who could let go so easily?
-
all great things will end – but for the memory
Along a path men never take,
Through ancient wood, a mystic lake,
Deep below in sunken halls,
Amongst rising pillars and buried thralls,
Can be seen in shimmer and shine,
Memories gone and lost in time,
Nameless specters haunt this place,
Lonesome ghosts without form or face,
Forced to relive their day to day,
Can never leave, they all must stay,
All of their lives were toil and strife,
Bought by a lord, and bound for life,
But when their masters life came due,
They were carried off, and buried too,
Decades after, their bodies turned rotten,
Centuries after, their names forgotten,
Unfeeling, unthinking, unwilling shell,
Still