Monthly Archives: March 2016

If Ever

If ever I tell you
I don’t know the answer
It’s only the truth
Like a fairy tale
In which fallibility is a curse
And knowledge awaits rescue
From a secluded tower
Perched in a neglected land
Where no maps are drawn
In the burnt hues of the earth
Upon the walls of caves
Where once upon a time
Wonder sought shelter
And danced in firelight
Until the world forgot
That day and night
Are the tandem reflection
Of the seen and unseen
Belief and perception


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Early Birds

The sleepless morning light creeps through
The crowns of barren trees
Filled with birds whose singing sounds
A warbling mockery
A second look reveals the truth
As wings take to the sky
Circling high, a soaring climb
The carrion creatures fly
Stumbling feet attempt escape
And fail to move instead
A baseless statue held in place
Cemented there by dread
The night deprived the sky of stars
Accursed lack of light
When the morning sun appeared
It brought a darker sight
Wheeling high in search of prey
With hunger haunted eyes
On wings arrived the fateful day
I met with my demise

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The Minion (part 3)

The master watched the grim demise
With spreading smile upon his face
The terror called the Minion fell
The bloodied copse turned cursed place
Where summoned servant met the end
An anger-driven blade’s embrace
And deep into the shadows slipped
Escaped the master without trace

In Arnisten the people fear
A visit ‘neath the moonlit sky
The Minion Towers stand there now
Guarding with a watchful eye
The stories of that day are told
While some dare laugh and yet some cry
The nighttime nourishes our dread
That in the darkness we may die

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The Minion (part 2)

On silent wings through morning sky
Until he found the wooded glade
The Minion found his master there
A wizened face obscured by shade
“What have you there?” the master said
“The souls of those felled by my blade”
“Who spied you leave the city gate?”
The Minion snarled, “I’ve not betrayed”

“And still there is no doubt you’ll see
They’ll find you here right where you stand”
The Minion bared his teeth and growled
The old man waved a wrinkled hand
He froze the beast there to the ground
The woven spell his last command
A curse to rid the beast of wings
And force his fate upon the land

Within the glade the servant slept
And passed long hours in airborne dreams
Until the mob upon him chanced
Revealed by sunlight’s wayward beams
Beneath the canopy they crept
Their sword blades armed with sharpened gleams
They fell on him a vengeful dance
And filled the woods with earthbound screams

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