|Posted on April 9, 2012 at 11:30 PM||comments (0)|
The breeze that warms the meadow is the wind that frosts the peaks;
The light that yields the garden is the heat that chars the trees;
The stream that feeds the prairie is the wave that rears the seas;
The pup that guards the shepherd is the wolf that wears the fleece.
The maid that loves the roses is the Queen that wields the thorn;
The babe that...Read Full Post »
|Posted on September 11, 2011 at 11:30 PM||comments (0)|
It moves as one across the red sands,
Its heart—a drum—o’er broken lands,
Hammering life from rock and heather,
A metal beast of lance and leather.
It shimmers and groans in the dawn light,
Skulls of wolves baying for a fight,
Woven plumage snatched by morning breeze.
One final foe left, ...Read Full Post »
|Posted on April 19, 2011 at 2:05 AM||comments (0)|
I remember the grey ships colliding
Over the shoulder of jagged ridges
Tongues of flame dripping over mountain tops
Webs of light painting the frantic skies
Echoes of life passing long into the abyss
Only a vacuous horizon approaches now
Consuming all of my craft
Sneering with such s...Read Full Post »
|Posted on April 9, 2010 at 11:30 PM||comments (1)|
Eight churches made solemn procession
into the sea at Dunwich,
each claimed in a bridal hour
by storm, by wind, by wave,
betrayed by their own foundations.
Only the amber roses
in the monastery garden
find shelter in the cracked stone
of what remains as reliquary.
No monk’s hand guides ...Read Full Post »
|Posted on June 1, 2009 at 2:05 AM||comments (0)|
Behold the kings of might and menace, raised a legion without clemence
A titan now, that rides abroad, shall draw the lust of iron sword
Before you now the earth will shake, as lords of men send forth their quake
A testimone to all in vain, behold the storm before the rain.
To count and quiver at the might of man, a terribl...Read Full Post »
|Posted on April 11, 2009 at 2:30 AM||comments (0)|
Gather ‘round dear children
As I tell you a tale from long ago
There once was a young boy, destined you die
His death to be brutal and slow
Alas, he escaped his murder’s grip
Who ruled the land back then
And was left in the woods by his mother
Who he never heard from again.